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dangerousstrawberryshark · 27 days ago

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New Orleans Charm

🧛🏽Pairing(s)🧛🏽🠞 Elijah Mikaelson x male reader, Klaus Mikaelson x male reader, Kol Mikaelson x male reader. ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, top Elijah Mikaelson, top Klaus Mikaelson, top Kol Mikaelson, bottom male reader, foursome, cum eating, cum play, anal sex, anal fingering, breeding, handjob (reader receiving + Elijah and Kol), nipple sucking, the brothers don’t engage in sexual activity with each other, biting, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, facial cum, dick slapping, blood drinking, all of them have big cocks, blowjobs, spitroasting, and handjobs. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 explicit 🧛🏽Requested🧛🏽🠞 yes

🖊️Word Count🖊️🠞 5.5k

🧛🏽Summary🧛🏽🠞 You recently moved to New Orleans after your friend, Davina Claire, convinced you. She then introduced you to the Mikaelson family. The Mikaelson brothers didn’t know what made you appealing, but they gravitated towards you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Note: this fic does not follow the Vampire Diaries/The Originals timeline! Davina and Kol are not together! Still need to watch the show. Plus, some of the characters may be mischaracterized.

You were ecstatic in your plane seat, finally returning to New Orleans after so many years in exile. You were a witch, a rogue witch, but you were able to befriend a woman named Davina Claire. She emphasized your outcast status after you explained the reason the various witch covens in New Orleans were hunting you down.

You had forbidden knowledge, which made the other covens see you as a threat, and some vampires believed the same. Being hunted down helped you form a bond with Davina, who aided in your escape and was able to smuggle you. She hid your scent with some magic before sending you away.

Davina kept in contact with you, giving updates on the situation, general talk, gossiping, talking about boys, spells, etc. After years, Davina gave you the green light to return after some of the other covens were hunted down or ceased to exist. You didn’t hesitate to pack your things and book the next flight to New Orleans.

The New Orleans skyline came into view, you were finally home.

xxx

Davina gave you a heartfelt welcome as she jumped all over you, clearly excited to see you for the first time in a long time. “Still dramatic, haven’t changed that part,” you laughed as the woman hugged you, squeezing you tightly before releasing. She was breathing heavily from pouring so much energy into you.

You both walked through the airport terminal, luggage wheeling behind you, with the sound of the announcements coming from the intercoms. Davina talked about everything that had happened since you were gone. You listen intently to her rambling, enjoying some gossip she was sharing about different situations with other supernatural creatures and witch covens.

“Never thought I’d see the day… almost forgot what you looked like.” Davina dramatically said as she pretended to cry, even wiping away fake tears.

“Dev… we literally video chatted last night, which was twelve hours ago...” you replied with a smile as you looked down at her.

“Those twelve hours felt like twelve years! I’m just excited to see you after so long.” Davina said before pausing. There was silence as the witch was in deep thought, trying to process something in her mind. She was unsure about your reaction, but it was best to get it over with.

Davina takes a deep breath. “While you were gone… I may have made ties with the Mikaelsons…” she said with a worried smile etched on her face. Her fingers danced with each other as she awaited your reaction.

You felt your body freeze, mouth hanging open as you turned to Davina. “ THE MIKAELSONS?? WHAT!” You yelled before shutting your mouth, the nearby bystanders looking and whispering. You grab Davina’s hand and pull her to a secluded area. “What do you mean you made ties with THE Mikaelsons? Do you have any idea what they do to us?!”

“I know what they do… but they, somewhat, changed my view of them! They’re not that bad! Expect Klaus… It's in your best interest to avoid him.” Davina said as she reassured you to trust her words. “Or remain calm around him if avoiding fails,” she added.

You couldn’t know if this would end badly or if something else might happen.

Xxx

You stared at the mansion, intimidated by its size and the knowledge that its most powerful family resided within its walls. You considered yourself a powerful witch; you could handle yourself after learning many practices and forbidden knowledge.

“Come on, y/n! The sooner you get this done, the better.” Davina said as she opened the door to the compound, the creaking sound echoed as she walked in. You took one last gulp, walking into the building. The interior was lavish with vintage furniture, dark woods, art, and a chandelier. A grand fireplace sat in the middle with bookshelves lining the walls next to it.

Davina gestures towards the armchair. “Calm yourself. They’re vampires, they can detect fear. You’re most definitely oozing fear everywhere!” Davina whispers, yells. You followed her advice and relaxed, casting a spell to clear the air of fear pheromones. Yet, you were still jittery, but you didn’t have to wait long.

You could feel the presence of three vampires approaching the living room. Elijah was the first. He had a stoic expression, immaculately dressed, with his eyes sharp as knives, lingering on your body longer than expected.

“You must be Y/N? Davina’s friend and our guest. We take good care of our guests. I’m Elijah.” Elijah spoke with a posh accent, sounding American and British. He walked towards you with his hand out, and you returned the gesture and shook his hand. His hand was larger and felt rougher than yours, and was he gripping your hand harder?

You weren’t sure, but felt something when you looked at the vampire. He was hot, definitely your type of man, physically wise. You could only imagine how the other brothers looked.

Next came Kol, with a lazy grin and something else, a sparkle, in his eyes as his gaze locked on you. “What do we have here? A friend of Davina is a friend of mine!” he said, pushing Elijah away and getting into your personal space. The other vampire looked with annoyance and irritation, but masked it. “You’re a witch, too? That’s bloody hot, especially for someone like you.”

Klaus was the last to enter, and his presence overwhelmed you. It felt numbing as your body was frozen. You stared at the man, and his dark blue eyes stared back. His expression was unreadable before he smirked. “New blood? A powerful one at that… I’m assuming you trusted Davina enough to bring you here?” Klaus said as he didn’t break eye contact with you.

“I can feel your power, love. I like that. I like that very much. I think we’ll be very good friends…” Klaus said with something lustful in his tone. He walked towards you and stood between Elijah and Kol, the three brothers looking down at you with their gazes. You are powerful, but you couldn’t help but be cowardly from the stares.

“Guys, don’t be like that. Anyways, introductions are done!” Davina said as she stood up from the couch and walked to you. “My dear friend is permanently staying in New Orleans, but he doesn’t have a place to stay! So, I was wondering if he can stay here temporarily?”

Without hesitation or bickering between the brothers, they agreed unanimously.

“Looking at him trembling… so delicious, alluring. I could kill him after he proves his worth, but I won’t. I’ll keep him close and away from Elijah and Kol… I don’t need their interference.”

“He’s powerful yet cowardly… It's so compelling. He shouldn’t fear, I would protect him! Refine him, guide him! Shape him in my image!”

“He’s so adorable! All that power, and he trembles and flinches like a deer in headlights! My God! I need him… need to know everything! Would you whimper and cry for me? I need to find out… and do it all over again!”

xxx

Your stay with the Mikaelson family was interesting, mainly with the brothers. Rebekah was chill and was aware of her brother’s feelings towards you. She would tease them, but warn you about them, especially Klaus. Sometimes she’d tell you they’re not worthy of someone like you. You thanked her for the advice.

It was advice you never followed as you found yourself entangled with them. Their strong, woven webs trapped you from escaping. Yet, for some reason, you were fine with that. You were even flattered by their tactics.

…

Each brother had their way of winning your affection. Klaus took your time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s gonna take you and has artistic devotion to you. He sometimes asked you to accompany him to his painting room, showing you sketches and paintings. The more time you spent with Klaus, the more he grew attached to you: a dangerous attachment.

Elijah is more composed and gentlemanly, asking if you’re free and spending time with you at shops or the library, discussing magic and the supernatural, and giving you gifts! He gives you various jewelry, notably a warding charm. It was all part of his plan to bind you to him, tightening his grasp on your being.

Kol, in contrast to Klaus and Elijah, was more chaotic and focused on indulgence. He would take you out to clubs or exclusive bars filled with the finest dining and alcohol, exploring haunted and cursed ruins– anything he found exciting and fun. He’s also very touchy, resting his hand on your back or shoulders. He wants you to be addicted to him and the thrill…he genuinely wants to be close to you.

Each brother was vying for your attention and affection, competing with each other as they aren’t keen on sharing you with the others. Sometimes, one would sabotage the other or get snatched, throwing daggers or passively bad-mouthing.

That changed after they caught wind of some guy flirting with you at a bar. They were stalking you without you noticing until they watched the guy shamelessly flirt, touch your hand, and lean in closer. He was unaware of the dangerous company that followed you.

The beer bottle in Kol’s hand shattered from the pressure he applied to it, Elijah’s jaw twitched and clenched as he exhaled deeply, and Klaus just smiled and laughed, not from entertainment but from the audacity. This drew some attention from the nearby patrons, but the brothers didn’t care as they walked towards you.

They could see that the man was making you uncomfortable. You tried to pull away, but he gripped your shoulders tightly. “He’s not yours to touch,” Klaus growled as he grasped the man’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh, about to tear it off. His eyes became sharp and intense as he stared, gleaming with possessive rage.

“P-possessive aren’t we?” the man nervously laughed as he tried to play off the situation, trying to seem tough.

Kol appears beside you, leaning down and whispering into your ear. “Come on, darling. Elijah and Klaus can handle him. His hand moves down to graze your waist, guiding you away from the scene and back to the compound.

The man’s fate was in Klaus’s and Elijah’s hands.

xxx

After that incident, when Klaus and Elijah dragged the man to a back alley and proceeded to tear him apart, the brothers decided to share you. Klaus was staunchly opposed to the suggestion; he wanted you all to himself and remained firm. That changed after some careful but strategic convincing from Kol and Elijah. Now, they’re going to form a pact with you.

An official way to claim you as the lover (property) of the Mikaelson brothers.

“You’re powerful, but timid, love. You couldn’t even protect yourself from a lowlife. However, we can protect you. We’ve already dealt with him… with our protection, you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.” Klaus softly says, but there is an undertone of possession and obsession. His brow pinched together with a pout. He stands before you, cupping your cheek with his cold hands.

“He’s right, sweetheart. If you agree to be ours, you’ll reap all the benefits of our security… our affection.” Elijah says, sitting on the other side. He pulls your head towards him, your eyes staring into his soft brown ones.

Kol jumped onto the bed with a loud thump, crawling towards you with his weight sinking into the soft mattress. “We never share… but we can for you. It's everyone's dream to be shared among three guys!” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his legs resting beside yours. You could feel his body pressing against your back.

You were hesitant about the decision, but ultimately agreed to the proposition. Over the past few months, the brothers grew on you. You found yourself growing attached to them, loving the affection and slight possessiveness. Plus, they were right to some extent: you are powerful, but can’t wield it to its full potential. Either way, you loved how they stood up for you (it turned you on).

The brothers grin wickedly, their eyes brightening with lust, and their fangs descend. All of them striking at once.

…

Klaus and Elijah pressed against you; Klaus’s fangs sank into one side of the shoulder– deep and dominant as he eagerly sucked your blood and marked you. He groans from the flavour, his hands moved down to spread your legs.

Elijah bit on the opposite side of Klaus; his was more controlled but intense and soft. Kol licked the area he desired, tongue gliding against your skin before sinking his fangs in. His greed sickens as he moans from the intimacy, his fingers pulling the hems of your shirt.

Pain coursed through your body as the three men took their share of blood and marks. It was sharp, hot, then a wave of euphoria drowned the pain. Dopamine surged through your brain from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling as you can feel their hands groping your body and fingers digging into your flesh. Your cock jumped to life, tenting in your pants.

The teeth pressing into your skin pulled away, replaced with three tongues cleaning the wounds and licking any remaining blood. “I’ve waited so long for that… WE’VE waited so long. You’ll never leave.” Klaus groans as he manhandles you, pushing you onto the bed and tearing off your clothing.

You shiver and whine from the cold air touching your skin, gripping the bed sheets as you feel the gazes of three pairs of eyes. “R-really?”

“Really,” Elijah replied as he tore off your pants, releasing your erect cock. Your length popped out and twitched from the cold contact of Elijah’s hand. You gasp softly from the touch, thrusting your hips slowly into the man’s hand.

“Such a good boy for us.” Kol purrs as he murmurs soft praises, latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks on it and flicks the sensitive nub with his tongue causing more moans to escape your mouth.

“Sensitive, love?” Klaus asks as he forcibly spreads your thighs with the help of Elijah. “Suck.” he continued, his fingers presented before you. You took the two digits into your mouth, lathering them with saliva. Your tongue swirled around them and suddenly Klaus started ramming them, fucking your mouth. You gagged as the digits hit the back of your throat.

The three brothers heightened their actions; Elijah stroking you faster, coating your cock with the precum oozing from the tip, Kol used his free hand to tweak your other nipple, pinching and pulling on it, and Klaus throatfuck you with his fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Klaus praises as he removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down to your puckering hole. He swirls his pointy finger tips around the tight muscle, your cock oozing more precum from the feeling. Your mind was getting cloudy from the stimulation, it was further muddled when Klaus rammed his fingers into your tight heat.

Your vision went blurry; your ass clenching around the invading fingers, body trembling, and back arching. Your moans echoed through the mansion as your cock spurted its load. Elijah’s hands and your pubic region were coated with the thick, white substance. It felt like the air was punched out of your lungs, thighs shivering from the intense orgasm.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praised as he pulled his hand away, cleaning your sticky cum from it. He groans at the taste, licking his lips while his eyes stare into yours. “You taste divine. Salty yet sweet.”

Kol pulls away from your chest with a loud pop. He admired his work, your nipple puffy and red from being sucked on. He joined Elijah, playing with your cum and smearing it before tasting the substance himself. “You do taste divine! Maybe I should add this to my morning cup of coffee.” Kol grins as he plays with your cum.

You were too caught up with Elijah and Kol that you forgot about Klaus.

“Don’t forget about me, love,” Klaus said with a hint of jealousy, slapping your thigh roughly and ramming his fingers into your prostate. Your body was overstimulated from the orgasm, but Klaus’s advances caused your cock to become erect again. Your thighs snapped and clenched around the hybrid’s arm.

Once Klaus deemed you prepared, he pulled his fingers and spread your thighs again. He watched your little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something bigger. “Our love is ready,” he grins, getting off the bed and stripping naked; Elijah and Kol follow suit.

You drank in the sight of the three men stripping, your eyes gazing over their naked bodies. Klaus has a lean but athletic body, broad shoulders, and defined abs. Unlike Klaus, Elijah has a lanky, but muscular build, dust of chest hair nuzzled between his pectorals. Meanwhile, Kol has a slim and athletic body with a boyish vibe.

Your gaze was locked in once the men started hastily pulling down their pants and underwear. You pull yourself from the bed and stand up right, grinding your spent cock in your hands. The last of the garments came off, and your eyes widened and brightened from the delicious sight.

Three extremely attractive men standing before you naked with their cocks, large and thick, hanging from how heavy they were.

Your body went into autopilot mode, getting off the bed and crawling towards them. The only thing on your mind was cock and pleasing the brothers. However, you were stopped midway by Klaus. “No, no, love. Not here,” he said, guiding you to the bed. He and Kol sat beside each other, stroking their cocks while Elijah grabbed a pillow.

“Here, so your knees won’t hurt, darling.” Elijah softly says, placing the pillow on the ground before taking his place beside Klaus.

With your knees on the pillow, you indulged with cocks. You hesitantly grab Klaus’s cock with both hands, stroking it slowly. It was large and felt heavy– your fingers barely touched each other around the base. Klaus let out a feral growl, his breath hitching as he felt your soft hands stroking his impressive cock.

You changed your stroking technique, circularly twisting your wrists. You move from the tip to the base, Klaus’s heavy balls pressing against your bottom hand. You could only imagine how pent up he was! Same for Elijah and Kol.

“Fucking, hell. Keep stroking, love.” Klaus moans as he starts thrusting into your hands, his heavy ball audibly slapping against your hands. Elijah and Kol mimic your hand movement, picturing it as you stroking them instead of Klaus. “You’re doing great, love.”

Hearing those words from the hybrid, you took the next step: taking the massive cock into your mouth. You started with kitten licks around the cockhead, Klaus’s flavour hitting your taste buds. Klaus’s body shuddered from your wet tongue teasing his sensitive glands, globs of precum spurting from the tiny slit.

“Quit teasing, love… I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.” Klaus groans, getting impatient as he needs to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Give him time, Niklaus,” Elijah says. Klaus glares at his brother, tension rising while Kol doesn’t care and just continues jerking off to his imagination of you.

With the moment ruined, you solved it by taking Klaus in your mouth and stroking the other brothers. The room was a symphony of moans and groans from the brothers as they indulged in your touch. Elijah and Kol thrust into your hands, wanting more friction on their pulsing cocks.

“That’s it, love. Take my fucking cock.” Klaus let out a feral growl as he pushed your head deeper. You gagged and choked from the massive cock filling your mouth, the spongy cockhead hitting the back of your throat as your gag reflex kicked in. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to calm down, attempting to relax your throat.

“Y-you have no idea… a-about… shit… the t-things you do t-to me… d-darling.” Elijah moans, his breath hitching and speech breaking from the warm sensation of your hands and circular twisting technique; His chest heaves, all the nerves sending messages to his brain from your handjob.

Elijah rarely engaged in sexual activities, only using his hand whenever he felt like it. He could feel his senses and nerves burning from the touch of another. Your touch shattered his composure and demeanor.

Kol was no better though he was more cocky with his words. “That’s it… Keep stroking like that. So eager to please… slutty boy.” The last words Kol said caused your mind to short circuit, your cock twitching from degradation. He muttered more under his breath; “Fuck, yes… dont stop, baby.” “Use your hand like a fleshlight.” His words encouraged you to stroke him and Elijah faster, desperate to make him cum.

It was Klaus’s turn to give his stake. “This is what you were meant to do… using this filthy mouth… only good for sucking… that’s it, love, choke on my dick,” Klaus growls, his teeth digging into his lips, some blood seeping through the wounds. His thrusts were aggressive, heavy balls slapping against your chin mixed with the wet fapping sounds from Elijah and Kol’s cock being coated with precum. The slobbering noise from sucking Klaus’s cock mixed in with the other sinful noises.

Your jaw was hurting from the rough thrusts, but you loved it. You loved being dominated by not one, not two, but three men! Two are vampires and one is a hybrid. You can tell that you’ll be able to bask in the fruit of your labor. Their balls tightened and their cocks gushed more.

“J-just like that, love… I’m coming! Take it–take all of me!”

“Fuck yeah, baby boy! So p-perfect… don’t stop… gonna come!”

“Can’t hold back, darling… making me come undone!”

Their loud groans could be heard throughout the mansion; Rebekah wasn’t home, and good thing she wasn’t. She didn’t want to listen to her brothers fucking you.

You whine, muffled by Klaus’s cock, as you felt them cum. Elijah’s and Kol’s cocks spurting ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum, coating your hands with the substance. Klaus’s cock flooded your mouth with his load. He wanted you to swallow, so he kept you down as he slowly thrusts, some of his cum seeping out and dripping down your chin.

“That’s it, love.” Klaus praises, pulling his cock out your mouth with a loud, wet pop. His impressive length coated with saliva and cum.

“Damn, baby, you came from sucking dick? Eh, should’ve expected that from a master cock sucker.” Kol grins, gesturing down to your leaking cock.

You pulled back, breathing heavily and taking big gulps, looked down to see your cock throbbing and gushing beads of cum, a streak of cum coating the pillow. The ministrations of sucking and stroking made you cum hands free.

Impressive.

“Wanna feel this tight ass, love,” Klaus says, not letting Elijah or Kol interject. It was a fact that he was gonna fuck you.

You felt your hole clench around nothing as your attention was turned to the three brothers. Their cocks were already hard again and throbbing! They had an orgasm not that long ago and they’re horny again. You had to take into account that Elijah and Kol are vampires while Klaus is a hybrid; the refractory period was absent due to them not being human.

That means they can go hours without breaking a sweat and stay horny. The idea was terrifying yet arousing, the only problem is: can you handle them? You’re still human, but maybe there’s a spell to heighten your stamina?

“Eyes on us, darling. Only think about us, nothing else.” Elijah says as he looks at you with hunger and lust in his eyes. He was the brother who had the most control and was composed, but it appears that you shattered that facade. Klaus and Kol had the same hunger and lust.

From their point of view, your body was heaving and sweaty from giving head and handjobs. Your hair sticking to your forehead, cum coating your mouth and hands, and your flaccid cock hanging between your legs, spent after cumming two times. You were a walking sin, something they’re going to indulge in.

Klaus pulled you from the floor, positioning you comfortably on your stomach. He positioned himself between your legs while Elijah and Kol took the front. “Mmm, you’re still stretched, love,” Klaus said as he slapped his massive cock against your hole, his cockhead teasing your tight ring of muscle, he could feel it trying to capture his cock.

You couldn’t believe it was happening now, you were about to lose your virginity. You clenched the sheets, arching your back, and pressing your ass further into Klaus’s grasp so it would be easy. Your breathing gets heavier as you can feel the burning sensation of the hybrid entering your virgin hole.

It felt like you were being speared from the bottom. Klaus mutters curses and soft moans as he pushes deeper until he is fully inside. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your body trembling from the sensation. You whimper in pain, clenching the bed sheets as Klaus’s massive cock reached depths you never reached before.

Klaus could feel your tight heat clenching around him, like it was suffocating his cock. He groans once, completely settled inside you, his balls resting against yours. The hybrid felt like he was going to go feral, his mind numb from the tightness and warmth of your ass.

He didn’t want to hurt you though, letting you adjust to his massive cock. Not many could handle his size, but you did.

‘They always say it hurts initially, but it gets better.’

Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt two large cocks slapping against your head. “Two popsicles for being good and to help you relax.” Kol laughed as he slapped his cock against your cheek, smearing some cum. Elijah did the same, which surprised you. The facade faded away as he gave in to his base instincts.

He grabbed your head and choked you with his cock. It caught you off guard, but you happily adjusted and started sucking him. Elijah moans wildly as he fucked your face, his heavy set of balls slapping your chin as he buried his cock to the hilt. He stopped momentarily, his cock stuffed inside your mouth with your face buried in his pubic region.

“Choke on my cock.” Elijah groans as he hears you gurgling and choking on his length. While you were distracted, Klaus started pounding your ass aggressively. Growls and groans filled the air as the hybrid fucked you like a feral animal, his fingers dig into your hips and leave bruises and claw marks.

Elijah pulled you off his cock and Kol replaced it with his. He did the same as Elijah, facefucking you with his massive length. You gag and gargle on the two cocks as the brothers share your mouth, sucking one and stroking the other or sometimes taking both at the same time.

“Tight… fucking ass… sucking my cock deeper. You must be cock hungry, love. Never experienced this in my life.” Klaus says as he slapped your ass, grinning from watching the flesh turn red with his handprint embedded. The rough slaps stimulate your brain as you enjoy the roughness, your cock leaking precum on the sheets as it throb. You arched your back and started pushing back to meet Klaus’s thrust, creating a rhythm.

Your senses were on fire. The smell of sex and sweat flooded your nostrils; groans, moans, growls, and squelching bounced off the walls, a symphony of sin; and both your holes filled to the brim with cocks, spitroasted style. Your eyes widened when you felt Klaus’s cockhead ramming into that specific spot, your moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Kol and Elijah grin at Klaus, telling their brother to continue. Klaus didn’t have to be told twice, his cockhead abusing your bundle of nerves. You weren’t listening to anything the brothers were saying, your brain going into overdrive before shutting down. Lust has taken control, you bounced on Klaus’s dick and eagerly sucked Kol and Elijah, your moans muffled by their cocks.

Kol moans a variety of curses as he feels your moaning buzzing through his body. The vampire pulled his cock, saliva strands creating a web that connected his cock to your mouth. You breathed heavily, taking big gulps of air as you stared at Elijah and Kol with lust in your eyes. You whimper from being denied cock, trying to take Kol’s cock before being denied.

“Ah, ah, baby.” Kol mockingly says as he strokes his cock above you, teasingly. You expected Elijah to take your mouth, but that didn’t happen. Instead, both brothers slapped their massive lengths against your cheeks, smearing saliva and strands of precum. Both your eyes were blocked by their cocks as they grind them against your face.

“Cock drunk, darling. Can’t think of nothing but getting fucked and cocks.” Elijah moans, his breathing hitching as he could feel his climax. Kol felt the same as they both ground against your face.

“Oh shit, baby! Gonna cum again.” Kol moans, thrusting his hips faster, balls slapping against your cheek. You could feel copious amounts of precum gushing and splattering on your face.

“Fucking gods… fucking mine, love. You hear me? No one else— just you being a cock dumb whore on my dick.” Klaus growls, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He started giving slow but powerful thrusts. The hybrid could feel your hole throbbing around him, sucking him deeper. “Shit… gonna breed… bloody hell… You were made for this! Perfect in every way!”

“Our perfect cumslut… I’m gonna–” Kol moans as he strokes his cock above you, his breathing heavy and chest heaving.

“Take it all… Take what we give.” Elijah groans, doing the same thing as Kol.

It all came crashing down.

Their groans filled the room; Klaus slams into you with a brutal thrust, roaring as he spills inside you. His balls tightening, cock spurting ropes of cum, painting your insides white. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he bred you. His heavy balls dump their load after years of pent-up desire and need.

Kol and Elijah follow suit, their cocks spurting cum and coating your face with the salty, white substance. Your lips, eyelids, and hair are coated, and Elijah even opened your mouth and spat the remaining load he had.

You choke and whine from the sheer amount of cum. It was everywhere as the Mikaelson brothers claimed you with their cum. Your inside is filled with Klaus’s load, and Kol and Elijah coat your face. Your senses were sent into overdrive, your body shaking from the intensity as it responded by giving you your third orgasm, staining the sheets with it.

You rolled over onto your back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. “Look at him, completely ruined.” Klaus smiles as they all look at your sweaty and cum coated body. Your hair sticking to your forehead, nipples puffy from Kol’s sucking, and your cute, flaccid cock.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praise, stroking your hair, avoiding the cum. You lean into his touch, enjoying the softness. Elijah smiles, seeing you responding to his touch.

“Think he can handle another round? I’m still pent up.”

THE END

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elumish · 1 year ago

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I know everyone has different views on both worldbuilding and characterization, and especially on the idea of consistency in both, but I wanted to share my feelings on both of them (which are kind of the same! people and places are sort of the same thing sometimes).

Consistency, to me, is about three things: rules, guidelines, and lies.

Rules are things that (whether they've been told explicitly or not) are immutable. They are the law of the land, and you don't break them. You don't actually need to tell the reader what they are, but you should know what they are. They can be simple or they can be extremely complex, but they are things that you stick with. Unless stated otherwise, readers will generally assume that the rules of the real world apply to your story.

For the world, that might be "water is H2O" or "mountains will not stand up and turn into giant creatures and walk away" or "vampires and werewolves can cross-breed but only if they have sex during a new moon" or whatever. For a character, that might be "this character will not kill under any circumstances, no matter what" or "this character won't every tell their parents about that one time they committed arson." It's easier to do never rules for characters than always rules, but you can do both.

Guidelines are things that generally happen but aren't a requirement. This is where people tend to get caught up in character/worldbuilding consistency. Most character traits are going to be guidelines, not rules, because most people do have exceptions or things that change their mind or just character growth. Most things in the world don't work exactly the same way 100% of the time. But there generally needs to be an implicit or explicit explanation for the guideline not being followed, or it just feels like the author screwed up.

For the world, these might be "water isn't flammable--except in those cases where it is" or "vampires and children can't have kids, except in those super rare cases where they can" or "that one time, a mountain stood up and walked five feet and sat back down, but other than that it's never happened so we're pretty sure it'll never happen again". For a character, that might be "this character's instinct is to run away from things that scare them, but this one time they will overcome that instinct to protect someone else" or "this character is generally happy-go-lucky but right now they are deeply sad because something tragic has happened".

Lies are where it gets fun. Lies are things that you have presented as rules that are actually not. Somtimes this is because a character is literally lying to the reader or to other characters, sometimes it's because characters don't have full information, and sometimes it's because some other factor has changed.

For the world, this might be "only people from the royal family can bond with dragons because they have been genetically modified to bond with dragons--oh, actually, that was a lie perpetrated by the government to keep people from trying to bond with dragons" or "there is no eighth continent on Earth--actually there is, it was just hidden from view by magic". For a charcter, this might be "this character would never under any circumstances kill someone--except they just did."

The thing about lies is that they need to have a good in-universe reason behind them, and they can't conflict with other rules you have. I always go back to Stephenie Meyer when I think about this. Early in the series, she set up two rules that she told the reader explicitly: 1) all of vampires' fluids are venom and 2) vampires have 25 chromosome pairs, werewolves have 24 chromosome pairs, and humans have 23 chromosome pairs. The lie that vampires can't have children with humans runs into the issue that it's in direct conflict with those two rules above--but those two rules are never rescinded. So it doesn't feel like a lie so much as it feels like an inconsistency. It feels like she messed something up.

When you're thinking about internal consistency, consider:

Is something a rule, a guideline, or a lie?

If a guideline isn't being followed, is it clear why (e.g., is it an exception? character growth?)

Why was the lie a lie?

Does the lie conflict with other rules in the world?

What does the lie or the exception to the guideline accomplish?

#internal consistency #characterization #worldbuilding

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huramuna · 2 years ago

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stoatfaced, dragonhearted - oneshot.

dark, mean prince regent aemond x wife reader

for my 200 followers poll, i've actually had this one cooking for a while so i'm happy this option won! this is absolutely filthy, i'm sorry in advance.

word count: 2.4k

i don't do taglists any more unfortunately, its mostly because i never remember and then feel bad about it so i've made a second blog just for reblogging my fics! @huramuna-fics -- follow & turn on notifications for just my fic postings!

content: slight dub-con, smut (specifics below cut), angst, mean aemond, toxic relationship, like in no way is this healthy, good god, smut with little plot, reader is described being from riverlands w/ auburn hair and brown eyes, no use of y/n, not beta read, i literally went into a haze writing this there are probably mistakes

tonight you belong to me - patience & prudence • vampire - olivia rodrigo

warnings: p in v, choking, breath play, dom/sub, degradation, creampie, cockwarming, orgasm denial, breeding, aemond is so mean here thats its own damn warning

Aemond knew what he wanted and the sacrifices that needed to be made to get such things. He wanted a dragon, it took an eye to get it. He wanted the Conqueror’s crown, it took his brother being burnt to get it. He wanted a legacy that would surpass his lifetime, etched into the very being of Westeros itself. The sacrifice needed for this would be to chain himself to a woman he likely wouldn’t be interested in.

That is where you came in.

You were sweet, he supposed. Sweet in a way that made his teeth ache. Sweet in a way akin to a mouse and how it looked up at the cat just before his jaws snapped around the mouse’s head.

He didn’t need to like you. Many marriages were forged in dislike or just plain indifference, set to a mutual goal. He supposed your mutual goal was children. All he needed was to use you as a vessel, a womb for his seed to take hold.

You poor thing, you didn’t really understand that he didn’t truly care for you. You were nice enough looking, of course– hair that reminded him of autumn leaves, always styled in some intricate style with half a hundred braids, dozens of pins and decorative pearls. You reminded Aemond of a stoat, dark eyes against muted auburn fur, lips always pursed, sniffing the air in search for hounds on your tail. You certainly were a skittish, jittery little thing.

The marriage was a quick affair, done at the Sept two days after Aemond wore the Conqueror’s crown for the first time. You weren't a part of some major house, all of the major houses were too close, too greedy, their breaths hot against his neck as they shoved their wedable daughters at him. The last thing he wished for was to be indebted to some trivial lord who thought his name elevated him to the same stratosphere as Aemond– a paltry lady of some low house bred in the Riverlands would do just fine, he expected his Valyrian seed to dominate any of their week genes anyhow.

He had met you once before, many years ago before he lost his eye. When he was forced to tag along on some meager diplomacy meeting with his grandsire– he remembers it as being forced, but in reality, he wished to attend. What else was a second son with no dragon to do? – and you had been there, hiding behind your father’s trousers. You had been wearing a blue dress, he remembered this distinctly, as it stood out against the ruby red of the apple you had offered him.

Aemond had tried to speak with you, but you only communicated in nods and soft noises– something you only partially grew out of. He never understood why he remembered this girl, as you were insignificant in the seas of faces he’s met over his life. Mayhaps it was your quiet nature that he remembered, something that, now at his age and state of mind, struck him as malleable, easy to mold into what he needed you to be.

And so it shall be.

–

It was about two and a half moons after your marriage, he returned from a late council meeting. Rubbing his eye, feeling the familiar thrum of pain right behind the socket, he was already in a particularly sour mood. The council meeting had gone south, ending in most of the lords bickering over one another like children.

It irritated Aemond to no end, the strain of an oncoming headache ever looming. He still struggled with intense pain from his eye, or rather, his socket and severed nerves. The pain was debilitating at times and if anyone dared to test his patience when it was particularly bad, he would snap at them like a cornered animal, no matter who it was.

Raising his head, he noticed the hearth was still going strong, multiple candles still lit in the solar, despite it being late at night. The now familiar crop of auburn hair was peeking from behind the couch— his wife was usually never up this late.

“Why are you still awake, wife?” he asked as he took off his gloves, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“… reading. I was waiting for you.” you murmured in your usual hushed tone, the sound of your book closing was louder than your voice.

“I told you not to do that. It’s unnecessary.” he grunted in response, undoing the latches of his leather doublet.

“I-I don’t mind it… I just sleep a bit easier…” you continued, no doubt twiddling the end of your braid between your fingers— an anxious habit.

“You need proper rest. I won’t have my wife looking like a sleepless, sloven mess,” Aemond chastised, discarding his shirt. “Now, what are you reading?” he was becoming increasingly irritated with you, feeling as if he had to force you to take care of yourself and unlatch you like a leech from him. When you looked upon him with your wide eyes filled with uncertainty and fear, he felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his fingers around your throat and squeeze until you passed out or mayhaps went limp, like a doll.

“Oh,” you slid the book towards him on the side table, it was a book on the history of Old Valyria and its language, usually used for children to begin speaking it. “Nyke j-jaelagon… naejot ēdrugon… va ao.” I wish to sleep next to you.

Aemond’s brow furrowed. “What use do you have to learn High Valyrian, wife? Issa dōna ābrazȳrys mijegon nykeā notion isse zȳhon bartos, wanting naejot gūrēñagon mirros ziry daor.” My sweet wife without a thought in her head, wanting to learn something she cannot.

You reached for the book, your comprehension not skilled enough yet to pull what Aemond was saying to you. Before you could grab it, he slammed his hand down on the book, effectively snatching it from your grasp. You pouted her bottom lip. “I want to learn… mayhaps it might bring us closer together.”

Aemond scoffed, the sound sending a sting of pain right into the core of your chest. “We are as close as we need to be, little one. We are married in the eyes of Gods and men and we fulfill our marital duty by trying to produce heirs, hm?” He placed the book back on the shelf. “This nonsense of wanting to be closer is moot. I won’t hear of it anymore.”

A glaze of sorrow flashed through your eyes before you got up from the couch, tightening the housecoat around your shoulders.

“Come to bed,” he said, moreso as a command than a suggestion. “I know you are cold, ābrazȳrys.” Wife.

You made a small noise of discernment, crawling into bed after him.

He looped his arms around you, pressing you to his bare chest. He radiated heat like a furnace and was quick to warm you up– you were always so cold, he noted. He surely hoped that your children together would inherit his fiery blood and not the weak-willed, uninsulated Andal blood you possessed.

Aemond bounced from being indifferent to you, paying you no more mind than a maid or a whore, to needing you, every part of you. He didn’t see you as a person, moreso an extension of himself, latched onto his body until he consumed you entirely, your bones fusing together as one. To him, you were a doll or plaything to entertain him, testing the mettle of your will, to see if you were of poor craftsmanship and would break. He had always broken his toys as a child.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing, he wasn’t going to sleep just yet– you’d become very attuned to his moods, his small intakes of air against your neck causing your skin to prickle into goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your throat, one of his arms coming up to wrap near the base of your windpipe, not yet applying pressure, but the threat was there.

No, it wasn’t so much as a threat than it was a promise– he quite liked applying pressure to your airways when you coupled, his lone violet eye centered intently on yours as they went from wide to half-lidded, soft whimpers of pleading to stop, sometimes for more, more. He relished in holding your very life in his hands and you let him.

“Mayhaps I should get you a collar, wife,” he hummed, his voice husky and deep, reverberating deep within your chest as your heart pounded. “But I think you like my hands much better, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed, the small swallowing bob of your throat felt against the palm of his hand, causing him to grin. “... I fancy them– on my tender neck… between my legs…” you responded, feeling slightly bold at the notion you put forth. The heat of his body permeated your skin, warming your core into an ever familiar feeling.

Aemond all but growled at your comment, positioning the both of you to where you were laying with your back upon him, as if you were lazing upon him like a chair. “Feeling courageous tonight, are we? No matter, my dear, you will break all the same,” his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. “Like every night before, and every night to come– your life is in my hands,” he enunciated this with a squeeze to your neck, eliciting a small mewl from you. “Is it not? Say it.”

“M-my life– belongs to you, husband,” you managed to squeak out.

“Not husband, not now. You know the rules.”

“M-my king, your grace,” you rephrased quickly.

He clicked his tongue in slight admonishment. “A bit slow on the take tonight, little one,” Aemond muttered, slotting his leg between yours and kicking your thighs apart. “Keep them open.” his voice was dripping with something between venom and sticky sweet honey. He felt akin to a God every time he was in the sky, every time he sat the throne with the crown on his head, and every time he rested his hand on your pretty little throat as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside of you so easily, so free of resistance. “So slick for me, just from the smallest of chokes– fucking whore.” he hissed, starting a slow, deliberate pace as his hips met against your bottom. The pair of you were like two threads, intertwined with his legs pretzeling around yours, keeping you spread open.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to bully that sensitive, spongy spot within you– but you craved so much more, feeling waves of heat emanate from your sensitive bud as it screamed at your brain, begging to be touched. You made the critical error, thinking your husband was too focused on his own pleasure to notice you going for your own, as your hand slowly descended between your legs, rubbing small circles upon your pearl.

How wrong you were.

His arm came up further, his bicep pressing to the bottom of your chin, his free palm slapping your hand away from yourself. “Are you truly fucking stupid tonight, wife?” he spat, stilling his thrusts. “When did I say you could touch yourself? Have I fucked you stupid already?” Aemond huffed in frustration. “My poor, dumb wife– you cannot do anything right, can you?” he slid you off of him, then flipped over to loom atop you, taking both of your hands within one of his, his large hand encapsulating your wrists with ease, trapping them above your head.

You sniffed, tears welling at your lash line, threatening to spill– not just from his downright mean admonishments, but from your stolen gluttony, your pleasure stolen so close to the precipice. “‘M sorry, your grace,” you cried, “Forgive me.”

“You’re lucky you have such a sweet cunt,” Aemond mused, his immodest and downright sinful language going straight to your core as he nestled inside of you once more, menacing atop you like a darkening cloud. “I forgive you– and will even pleasure you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come?”

You nodded fervently, your lamenting tears spilling over and running down your cheeks.

“I’m feeling quite generous, then– I’ll let you. If you beg me.”

“P-please–” you blubbered, “Please let me come, my king.”

A sickly smirk came over his face once more as he pushed forward again, not bothering with the slow and meticulous pace he had before. His hips slammed into yours as he surged into you, as if you were nothing more than a cocksleeve for his pleasure. And yet, and yet– his hand didn’t move to the apex of your legs, chasing his own high before he would give into yours.

“Aemond, please, please– please touch me, f-fuck, your grace– my k-king, please!” you were all but wailing now, half in ecstasy and half in pure beseechment, pleading for just some semblance of the lecherous, stimulating and lewd sensation that only he could give you.

He took mercy on you, the pad of his thumb zeroing in on your leaking folds, giving your clit a cheeky pinch. It was a delightful pain– that was what being with Aemond was, what it came down to. Every waking moment with him was thrilling, sublime, agonizing, unending torture– and you fucking loved it.

Your mouth hung open, you were sobbing freely now, your lips quirked into a euphoric and maddened smile. “Thank you, tha-nk you, t-thank you, I love you, I love you,” you gasped, your lungs ballooning with air as you begged him further, “P-please, around my neck–”

Something animalistic came out of Aemond at your request, his hand draping around your throat like a necklace. “My sweet, dumb wife– you don’t know what to do unless I tell you, unless I let you, unless I guide you to your release, hm?” he prostrated each word with a deep thrust. The combination of his ministrations on your bundle of nerves, the head of his cock callously beating into your sweet spot, and the squeeze of his hand around your neck– it was enough.

With a garbled string of words, prayers, denotes of love, pronouncements of his prowess, his titles, his name– the coil inside of you snapped, lighting every nerve you had in your body on fire. You saw stars as your climax wracked through you like a tempest, the absolute vice grip of your core sending Aemond into his own completion, his seed painting your walls and then some.

In your fucked-out delirium, you thought you might’ve heard him say something– you didn’t decipher it until later when you were half asleep, his softened member still lodged inside of you somehow as he curled you into his chest.

“My love, my wife– I love you.”

#aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond x fem!reader #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd fic #aemond fanfic #aemond smut #dark aemond smut #dark aemond angst #my writing

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gigabyte-flare · 2 years ago

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He Comes Alive (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: The townsfolk decide to hold the annual Harvest Festival despite the police chief's son being found dead. Meanwhile, Leon acts on his instinctual desires.

Word Count: 6.7k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

You’re somewhere in the middle of asleep and awake as you listen to Leon descend the stairs to answer the door, hearing him call out as you hear the squeak of the front door opening. You can’t understand what they’re saying but you immediately recognize the voice as Chief Bob, causing your anxiety to immediately spike.

Had your Dad actually called the police on Leon?

You decide it’s best to get up and look for yourself, so you climb out of bed, your eyes widening at the literal bloody mess that’s on Leon’s sheets. You’re mortified but you’ll deal with that later. Not wanting to put yesterday’s clothes back on just yet, you walk up to what you assume is Leon’s closet, opening it to see if you can find a t-shirt you can throw on. You spot a navy blue t-shirt, grabbing it and slipping it on over your head. It just barely covers everything, but it’ll work.

You go downstairs, following the sounds of Leon and Chief Bob’s voices to the front door. You walk up from behind Leon to stand next to him rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Everything ok, Leon?”

Leon turns to you, his eyes widening subtly upon seeing your attire before he replies, “everything’s fine, angel, Chief Dion was just telling me about the emergency town meeting later tonight.”

“Oh?”

“With the closure of the hiking trails up in the Notch, we need to decide if it’s safe to have the Harvest Festival,” Chief Bob explains, “I hope to see you both there tonight. It’s at 7:00.”

“Of course, we’ll try to be there,” Leon replies, giving Chief Bob a warm smile.

“Perfect, take care, you two,” Chief Bob says, giving the two of you a subtle wave before walking back over to his police cruiser.

Leon shuts the front door, looking over at you. His eyes scan up and down your body, a subtle smirk forming on his lips.

“I never thought you’d look so breathtaking in one of my old Raccoon City Police t-shirts.”

“Oh--” you reply, looking down at the faded R.P.D. logo before shifting your attention back to him, “I just threw on the first t-shirt I saw in your closet. I hope you don’t mind…”

“Of course not, angel. Now then, I’m sure you're starving, let’s get you some breakfast, hm?”

You reply to Leon with a nod as you follow him into the kitchen and watch him make breakfast for the two of you; the smell of bacon and eggs soon filling the room.

“Thank you, by the way,” Leon suddenly says as he continues to cook breakfast.

You raise an eyebrow, “for… what?”

You watch Leon plate the bacon and eggs before turning to you, handing you the plate, “for letting me be your first.”

“Oh…” you say, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks, causing your cheeks to turn pink, “n-no, thank you. You were amazing… and sorry that I’m on my period… I can’t imagine that was pleasant…”

“On the contrary, angel,” he says, plating his own breakfast before leading you to the dining table, “I very much enjoyed myself, regardless.”

If your cheeks weren’t red before, they certainly are now as you slowly eat away at your breakfast, glancing over occasionally to see Leon doing the same. After a few minutes of eating in silence, you speak up.

“Do you think they’ll cancel the festival?” you ask, mid-chew on a piece of bacon.

“Only one way to find out.”

The rest of the day had gone by in a flash and, before you know it, it’s time to go to the town meeting. You and Leon get into his Jeep and drive into town. You are taken aback by how crowded it is; Leon had to park in the grocery store parking lot, forcing the two of you to walk about 10 minutes to the town hall. You gather that almost everyone is here; there weren’t even any chairs left in the meeting hall; you and Leon stood in the back of the room, his arms wrapping around you.

You lean into his embrace as your eyes scan the crowd for your parents. Sure enough, your eyes settle on your father’s. The look on his face as he stares back at the two of you could have set something on fire. You watch as your mother suddenly turns to you, smiling before turning to your father and smacking him in the shoulder, forcing him to look away from the two of you.

You watch as Chief Bob walks out to the podium, tapping on the microphone to get everyone’s attention. The idle chatter immediately ceased, the room so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Chief Bob begins, “We honestly did not expect this large of a turnout but it warms my heart to see that the festival is something that our town clearly cares about.”

He clears his throat before continuing, “as many of you know, Oakvale has held this festival since 1947, this year marking its 40th anniversary. We’re about two weeks out but the festival committee has been keeping a close eye on the situation with hikers getting attacked and killed on the Franconia Notch trails. With Nate’s untimely death, that hit close to home for many of us, especially for my wife and I.”

You feel Leon give you a reassuring squeeze in his arms upon the mention of Nate.

The Chief continues, “and with the closure of the Notch trails, the committee has gone back and forth on whether or not we cancel the festival for the safety of not just our citizens, but of the tourists that will come here for the festival. However, it was decided that we will discuss this as a town; I’d like to open the floor for questions, concerns and comments.”

You and Leon listen as compelling arguments are tossed back and forth both for and against canceling the festival, the main concern being the loss of revenue for the town. There is no doubt that the festival is a huge money maker for Oakvale. Another concern, one that your father unsurprisingly brought up, is that with the trails now closed, that there’s a risk of the animal wandering into town, drawn by the large crowds.

“That can be avoided with enough police presence, Lincoln and Woodstock have already stated they’d lend us officers in the event we decide to hold the festival,” Chief Bob replies to your father.

For agonizing minutes, the room bursts into chatter while you and Leon stand in the back of the room, observing the spectacle. Chief Bob taps on the mic once more, the room going completely silent once more.

“Alright, let’s hold a vote. All in favor of canceling the festival, raise your hand.”

You watch as about a dozen hands go up, including your parents’.

“All in favor of holding the festival, raise your hand.”

This time, almost everyone’s hands go up, including yours and Leon’s. You lock eyes with your father once more, his look of disdain going straight into you, causing your blood to turn cold.

“Well…” Chief Bob says, looking around the room full of raised hands, “I guess that answers that question.”

It’s late; Leon doesn’t know what time it is. What he does know, however, is how perfect his angel looks beneath him, passed out from the string of orgasms he gave her some time ago. It’s been a week since she started staying here with him; Leon couldn’t believe his good fortune. He finds his gaze focused on her exposed neck, his hunger becoming ravenous.

No. He made a promise to himself he wouldn’t feed on her until it was time to give her his gift. Climbing off her, he sits at the edge of the bed as he peels the condom he used off. He lifts the condom up to eye level to inspect it, watching as a single larva wriggles around inside his seed trapped in the condom. Letting out a sigh, he stands up, walking into the bathroom, grabbing some toilet paper to wrap the used condom in, giving it a firm squeeze in his hand to ensure the larva is dead before tossing it into the trash.

Walking back into the bedroom, he grabs his boxers and jeans off the floor, putting them on. He walks over, checking to make sure she’s sleeping before he leaves the bedroom, descending the stairs to the padlocked basement door. Digging his keys out from his pocket, he unlocks the padlock and descends the stairs, turning the light on at the bottom. What he finds troubles him.

The young man he had brought back from his hunt over a week ago is clearly dead, his body slumped forward; the only thing keeping him upright is his restrained hands tied behind him around the support beam. Leon walks up to him, grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head and lifting his head up, letting go. He watches as the young man’s head immediately drops forward, confirming that he is very much dead. Judging by how white the man’s skin is, Leon wouldn’t have gotten much out of him anyway if he was still alive.

“Shit…” Leon mutters to himself.

Leon walks over to a workbench against the basement wall, grabbing a large knife from it. He walks back over to the dead young man, cutting his restraints. The body falls forward onto the floor with a loud thud. Leon walks back over to the workbench, putting the knife down and picking up a large tarp to wrap the man’s body in. Once the body is thoroughly wrapped, Leon slings the body over his shoulder, carrying it up the stairs, shutting the light off on his way up. He sets the body down onto the floor, turning around to lock the basement door back up.

He then turns to go up the stairs, stopping in the bedroom threshold to admire his angel’s sleeping form for a moment before he walks around to her side of the bed, bending down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. She stirs in her sleep.

“Leon…?”

“Hey angel,” Leon starts with a soft smile, “I have some traps on the hiking trails I need to check for the B.O.W.. I’ll be back, ok?”

“O-Ok… be careful…” she says softly, closing her eyes.

“I will. I promise,” Leon replies, giving her another kiss on the lips before he turns, leaving the bedroom.

He goes into the living room, putting his socks and work boots on before he walks back over to the body to pick it up off the floor, walking outside with it. He walks up to his Jeep, opening the tailgate and tossing the body inside, shutting it. He walks over to the drivers side, putting his keys into the ignition and driving off.

It must be really late because there isn’t a single soul on the road as Leon drives to the trailhead where he originally found the two poor hikers unfortunate enough to cross his path on his hunt. The fact that they were the same two men that gawked at him and his angel as he was courting her was just an added bonus. Coming upon the trailhead, Leon kills the headlights on his Jeep and turns in to park. He wastes no time grabbing the body from the back, unwrapping it from the tarp and heading deep into the woods with it. He finds a good spot to dispose of it, about a half mile from the body of the other hiker he killed that same night. He’s honestly surprised Fish and Game hadn’t found it yet.

After disposing of the body, Leon goes on the hunt, sniffing the air for any signs of anyone on the trails. He knew it was a long shot now that the trails are closed, but he is hoping there would be someone stupid enough to come anyway despite the ordinance. Leon must have walked several miles but can’t find a single scent of human life in the forest. He does stumble upon a deer. He technically can survive on animal blood but Leon is a picky man.

Human blood tastes so much better.

After several hours, Leon can see that the sun is about to come up, so he calls off his search, returning to his Jeep to drive home while it’s still dark. His timing is perfect, because the sun is just starting to rise as he pulls up to his house, parking his Jeep to go inside. He’s surprised to be hit with the smell of eggs and bacon as soon as he walks in; his angel must have gotten up to make breakfast.

“I’m back!” he calls out as he walks into the kitchen, confirming his suspicions upon finding her in front of the stove.

She turns, smiling at Leon as he walks into the kitchen, “you went out without a jacket or anything? Aren’t you cold?”

“Nah I’m fine, the cold air is good for burning calories,” Leon replies with a chuckle as he walks up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, “thank you for breakfast, angel.”

Leon kisses the top of her head as he watches her cook. He appreciates the gesture, even if the food will do nothing to sate his hunger.

“Any sign of the B.O.W.?” she asks, leaning into his embrace as she cooks.

Leon shakes his head, “nope. Nothing.”

While the town is busy getting ready for the Harvest Festival, you and Leon are hard at work on his house. Over the last couple of weeks since you practically moved in with him, you two managed to get the living room and entryway redone and decided to work on the master bathroom upstairs. It’s small, so most of the time it was just Leon working on it while you keep him company. Currently he’s laying under the bathroom sink, redoing the plumbing from the sink while you sit on the edge of the bed.

Over the last day or so, you notice that Leon is looking exceptionally pale and today, you can see some of his veins are dark and prominent, especially on his arms. He also seems to tire more easily, his breaths heavy as he works to wrench off one of the pipes under the sink.

“Leon,” you finally speak up, “have you been feeling ok?”

Leon stops what he’s doing, sitting up and looking at you with a quizzical look on his face, “what makes you ask, angel?”

“You just look… I dunno… sick…”

Leon looks down at his bare arms, seemingly acknowledging how pale he looks as he nods his head before standing up from the floor.

“I suppose I have been pushing myself pretty hard, lately,” he says, walking up to you before sitting next to you on the bed.

“Maybe you should take a break. The Harvest Festival starts tomorrow and goes until this Saturday, Halloween; let’s pick a day and go!”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, angel,” he says, wrapping his arm around you.

You notice immediately that his skin is cold and clammy, but you chalk that up to his exhaustion from working on the house nonstop.

The two of you decide to go Wednesday in hopes that it wouldn’t be as crowded. Unfortunately, you were wrong, very wrong. Parking was next to impossible until Leon finally found a spot way in the back of the lot by the forest. It’s late afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky. The Oakvale fairground is teeming with life, the sounds of people laughing and screaming on carnival rides filling the air. The star attraction, a large ferris wheel, lights up the entire area like a lighthouse, drawing everyone to it like moths to a flame.

Leon is wearing one of his dark leather jackets, but even with that on you could see that Leon looks even more pale than he had the other day, noting dark veins spreading over his muscular neck.

“Leon, are you sure you’re feeling ok, you look worse than you did the other day.”

“I promise, I’m fine, angel. I just need some fresh air, which I’m sure we’ll get plenty of here.”

“Alright… but if you look worse tomorrow, promise you'll go to a doctor.”

"I will, angel," Leon replies, giving you a reassuring smile before he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

He suddenly leans down to you, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling deep. You let out a playful giggle at his gesture.

“Leon! What are you doing?”

“You smell irresistible, angel,” he replies, giving you a kiss on the top of your head before he pries his nose from your hair.

It takes several minutes to walk the length of the parking area to the fairground, the setting sun turning everything a brilliant orange as it makes its descent behind the mountains.

“How about we watch the sunset from up there?” Leon suggests, nodding his head towards the ferris wheel.

You feel your cheeks tingle at the idea, “we’ll have to get tickets first, there’s a ticket booth right there next to it.”

“Wait here,” Leon says, planting a kiss on the top of your head before you watch him walk up to the ticket booth.

You watch them exchange words, unable to hear anything they’re saying over the sounds of the crowd and the rides. With tickets in hand, Leon walks back over to you, reaching to take your hand and leading you over to the ferris wheel line. It’s long, but it goes fast; the two of you are next to board before you even know it. Getting into the cart, the two of you sit on one side as the wheel slowly begins to move up. Leon wastes no time pulling you into his embrace.

“So…” you begin resting your head on his chest, “once the B.O.W. is taken care of, you’ll have to leave, won’t you?”

You feel his chin rest on the top of your head, “I should be able to pull some strings to be able to stay here, I wouldn’t be fixing the house up otherwise.”

As the cart makes its ascent to the top, the two of you sit there in silence, but Leon’s gentle rubbing of your upper arm and the occasional kiss he places on the top of your head speaks more than words ever could. The love you feel for him is overwhelming, although for some reason you were hesitant to say it out loud. The cart finally reaches the top, stopping for a few minutes.

“Wow…” you say under your breath.

The sunset is the most beautiful you have ever seen. It looks like the whole sky is set ablaze as the sun slowly creeps behind the mountains. You feel Leon’s nose bury itself back in your hair, feeling him inhale deeply once more.

“Someday soon… I hope to give you something really special,” Leon says suddenly, “a gift.”

You shift in his embrace, looking up at him into his blue eyes, “what kind of gift?”

You can barely contain your excitement at the implication of his words. The first thing that immediately comes to mind is an engagement ring. You watch a smirk cross Leon’s lips as he stares back at you.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise, you’ll have to wait and see.”

“You’re such a tease,” you say as you playfully punch his shoulder.

“God, I love you,” Leon replies before he pushes you into the side of the cart, kissing you deeply.

His words give you whiplash, you aren’t even given enough time to process them when his tongue dips into your mouth as he practically devours you. He breaks off the kiss for a moment, his lustful gaze locked on yours.

“Do you think anyone would notice if I fucked you up here?” he says with a smug look.

“Pretty sure they’d notice one of the carts moving erratically,” you reply, unable to contain your bashful giggling.

“Damn,” he replies, the disappointment evident in his voice as he leans back so that you can sit back up in the cart as it begins to make its descent.

You watch his eyes scan the fairgrounds for a moment before you shift back over to him, his arm draping across your shoulders. After a few minutes, your cart descends back to the ground and you’re let off the ride.

“I need to use the bathroom real quick, I think I saw it over there while we were up on the ferris wheel, I’ll meet you back here, ok?” Leon says, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You reply with a quick nod as you watch Leon head into the crowd. You take this opportunity to look around at some of the vendors in the immediate area. A lot of them were selling cheap knockoffs of popular cartoon characters, funny hats and toys, but there are some homemade soaps and other homemade crafts and foods as well.

15 minutes go by and Leon still hasn’t come back yet. You do your best not to worry, you figure there is probably a large line to use the bathrooms; there always seems to be a line at the festival. You’re at a stall belonging to a lady that made handcrafted signs when all of a sudden you hear a very distinct sound.

Bang. Bang, Bang. Bang…

“Is that gunfire?!” you hear someone say as you hear more banging sounds ring out.

You quickly realize the sound is coming from the direction of the bathrooms.

“Leon!” you call out as you make a run to the bathrooms.

As you run closer, you can still hear the gunfire, and as you come upon the bathrooms, you realize the gunfire is coming from the woods behind them. You don’t hesitate and run into them, noting that there are several police officers following behind you with their guns drawn. You run about a quarter of a mile when you find Leon standing over a young man; his gun drawn and pointing to the depths of the woods.

“Leon!” you call out to him, the officers quickly catching up to you, “are you ok?! What happened?!”

Leon turns to you and you’re shocked to find his jacket, shirt and face are covered in blood, “when I got over here to use the bathroom, I heard someone calling for help, so I came to investigate. Something was on top of him. I managed to drive the creature off him but it bolted into the woods. I tried to resuscitate him but…”

You watch Leon’s gaze shift to the young man splayed out on the ground. The man had a large gaping wound in his neck, blood still coming out of it and his mouth. That at least explains why Leon has blood all over him, he had tried to perform CPR.

“Sir we’re going to need to see some identification,” one of the officers states, approaching him.

“Of course,” Leon says, pulling his wallet out and flipping it open to show a federal ID, “I’m agent Leon S. Kennedy, Division of Security Operations. I’m stationed here on official classified business.”

The officer nods, looking down at the dead young man, seemingly satisfied with Leon’s response. Chief Bob suddenly approaches, running his hand through his hair, staring down at the dead young man in disbelief.

“Son of a bitch…” Chief Bob says under his breath as he gently kicks the body with his foot before turning to the other officers, “evacuate the fairground, we need to shut down the festival.”

The ride home is solemn, you zone out looking out the window into the night as Leon drives. All you can smell is the man’s blood that is all over Leon’s clothes; he thankfully managed to clean off his face in the bathroom before leaving the fairground. You suddenly feel Leon’s hand caress your thigh, making you jump a little as you come out of your daze.

“You ok, angel?” Leon asks softly as he glances over at you.

“Yeah… I guess I’m just shaken. What was that guy even doing out there?”

“From what I saw when I first found him, he went out there to smoke a cigarette. Poor guy…”

“Did you see the B.O.W. at all?”

Leon shakes his head, “not really, it was dark, but I could see it had these back claw things and a long tail before it bolted into the forest. I’d never imagined it’d try attacking so close to town like that.”

“We’re never going to hear the end of it from my Dad…”

“Your father can kiss my ass,” Leon says, his voice full of malice.

“Leon… please don’t…”

“He treats you like shit, tries to control everything you do. It’s a miracle he’s even married to be honest.”

“Leon, he's still my Dad.”

“And you’re my mate. So long as I’m around, your father has no power over you.”

You blink a few times, your brain trying to figure out if you heard him correctly, “I’m your… what?”

You see Leon shake his head quickly, correcting himself, “sorry… city slang. My girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend.”

Hearing him refer to you as his girlfriend makes your nerves spark, you lean your head against the passenger side window in an attempt to calm yourself. The Jeep finally pulls into the driveway; Leon parks it on the side of the house and the two of you head inside. Leon makes sure the front door is locked.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Leon says, peeling off his blood soaked jacket and shirt, walking over to the washing machine adjacent to the kitchen and tossing them inside.

“I like that idea a lot, actually, “ you reply as your eyes move up and down his naked torso, admiring his physique.

Leon smirks at you, seeing you gawk at him, “I knew you would, angel.”

You watch as Leon goes upstairs, you soon follow close behind him. He goes into the master bathroom, turning on the shower to warm it up before he discards the rest of his clothes. Even from where you stand in the master bathroom threshold, you can see that he’s already starting to get hard, meaning the two of you clearly had the same thing on your minds. The second thing you notice is that his skin looks a thousand times better than it had when you first got to the fairground; full of color and life. He was right; he had just needed the fresh air.

You begin to undress as Leon steps into the shower, joining him once you’re fully unclothed. Leon’s hands are immediately on you once you’re inside the shower with him, pushing you against the shower wall as he leans down to kiss the crook of your neck. You feel his hands grasp at your hips as you feel him kiss, suck and gently bite your neck; there will surely be marks later but in that moment, you don’t care; the only thing on your mind is him and how much you want him.

A soft moan escapes your lips as his own begin to trail down from your neck, to your shoulder, then to the front of your chest where his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. You feel his tongue lap the sensitive nipple, causing shivers to travel down your spine and throughout your entire body. With one of your hands, you caress down his toned chest until you’re greeted by his rock hard member, your hand grasping around it to give him slow, but firm strokes.

“Oh… fuck…” Leon moans, taking his mouth off your breasts to lean down and kiss you.

His kiss is deep and hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as he has your hips in his vice-like grip. You manage to break away, suddenly getting on your knees, gently holding his throbbing cock by the base as your tongue gently runs up the bottom to the tip. It’s a lovely shade of dark pink, crying pre-cum as you take him into your mouth.

“I get to fuck your pretty mouth?” you hear Leon growl as he thrusts into your mouth, his hand grasping the hair on the back of your head.

You gag as the tip of his cock pushes into the back of your throat at an increasingly fast pace; the sounds coming out of your mouth are borderline pornographic. You feel tears tease the corners of your eyes as Leon relentlessly fucks your mouth and just when it's becoming too much, his hand that’s on the back of your head yanks your mouth free, pulling you up to force you to stand.

Leon pushes the shower door open, aggressively pushing you against the bathroom counter. You manage to catch yourself with your hands, looking up into the mirror to see Leon looming behind you. One of his hands is placed on your back, pushing you forward as you feel his cock prod at your soaked hole. He quickly sheathes himself inside you, eliciting a loud moan out of you when he bottoms out inside you, your walls instinctively squeezing around him as he fills you.

He wastes no time thrusting into you. The thrusts are slow, but powerful, with purpose. A combination of his name and ‘oh my god’ spilling from your lips as you are fucked dumb on his cock.

“That’s it, taking me so well my pretty angel,” Leon purrs as he picks up the pace on his thrusts.

You lean your head forward, your arms shaking as they struggle to prop you up on the bathroom counter. Suddenly, you once again feel Leon’s hand grasp the hair on the back of your head, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest.

“This pussy is all mine, you hear me, angel?” Leon growls in your ear, “I want you to watch yourself as I breed you.”

His thrusts become aggressive, your mind too cock drunk to protest him cumming inside you. Your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head as the head of his cock abuses your cervix. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you cum on his length, your walls squeezing him tight as you moan loudly. Letting out an animalistic growl, Leon pushes himself as hard and as deep into you as he possibly can. You suddenly feel a sharp, excruciating pain from deep within your core followed by the warmth of his cum filling you as he pushes himself inside you; you watch as your face contorts in the mirror. Tears stream down your face as Leon’s arms wrap possessively around you while still pushing his throbbing cock inside you.

“L-Leon… it hurts!” you sob out in agony, your body violently trembling.

“Shhhhh… I know, angel, I know. You’re taking my seed so well, baby. I have to make sure it takes. It’s almost over, I promise,” he softly coos in your ear.

It feels like an eternity before Leon’s member finally stops throbbing inside you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek before he slowly pulls out. You let out a pathetic whimper as you collapse against the bathroom counter, your body still shaking from both the pleasure and the pain. You can feel some of his cum leak out as it runs down the inner side of your leg. You feel Leon’s fingers spread your pussy lips open; you glance up in the mirror to see the look of pure admiration on his face as he stares at your leaking hole.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

Saturday morning, Mick’s favorite. His eyes slowly open to see the clock read 7:47am back at him. He rolls onto his back, stretching his arms out to find the space next to him is empty; Sandi is already up. Mick climbs out of bed, sliding his feet into his slippers before he walks into the master bathroom to relieve himself. Afterwards, he goes downstairs into the kitchen, the smell of bacon filling the air as he spots Sandi over the stove making breakfast.

“I grabbed the paper, hun. It’s on the table,” she says as she begins plating their breakfast.

Mick sits down at his chair, unfolding the newspaper to be greeted with large bold text reading:

Trick or Treating Canceled in Oakvale

Wild animal attack during annual Harvest Festival prompts town officials to cancel trick or treating.

Mick doesn’t bother reading the rest of the article. He flips the page, shaking his head.

“Did you see they canceled trick or treating tonight?” Mick asks Sandi as he reads through the paper.

“I did,” Sandi says as she brings two plates of bacon and pancakes over to the table, setting one down in front of Mick while she sits in a chair next to him, “what a shame.”

“Why does no one listen to me? I told them having the festival was a bad idea and look what happened.”

Not even mentioning Leon was there when it happened…

On one hand, it makes sense that Leon was there given what Leon had made him privy to when his daughter moved in with him, but there is still a part of him that thinks that Leon is somehow involved; he just can’t prove it.

“Honey, I know, but the festival is a huge part of this town, you know that.”

“I know…”

“Fish and Game found those two hikers from Plymouth State yesterday, both dead,” Sandi says, eating her breakfast.

Mick lets out a heavy sigh as he sets the newspaper down on the table, digging into his breakfast in silence, his mind wandering. He calls back to the first hiker that went missing, which wasn’t unusual around here. People went hiking in the Notch unprepared all the time. Now that he thought about it, he doesn’t think they ever found that person’s body.

The rest of the day is uneventful. Not getting trick or treaters is an adjustment. Mick spends his evening in his recliner, mindlessly scrolling through channels on TV. There’s a sudden rap on the door, startling Mick so much that he sits up in the recliner. He looks up at the clock, which reads just after 11:00pm. The knocking continues, insistent and forceful.

“Who the fuck could that be at this hour?” Mick asks himself under his breath as he walks over to the front door, opening it to find Leon, clearly out of breath as he leans up against the door frame with one arm.

“Leon!” Mick says, surprised, “what are you doing here?”

“I need your help, Mick,” Leon begins, “I have the B.O.W. cornered but not for long. I can’t take it down on my own.”

“Why come to me for help? Did you run here?” Mick asks, looking around behind Leon but not finding his Jeep.

“I did…” Leon replies, still winded as he stands up straight, “I came to you because you’re the only other person besides your daughter who knows about the B.O.W. and I am not putting her in danger.”

“Shit hold on, let me get my gun,” Mick says as he turns to walk into the house, but Leon grabs his arm to stop him.

“There’s no time, I have a gun for you right here,” Leon pats the holster strapped to his leg, “we need to go. Now.”

“I need to at least tell my wife--”

“No, don’t tell a soul, if it gets out there’s a B.O.W. here, there will be panic. I can’t let that happen.”

Mick is at war with himself, he doesn’t trust Leon, but on the chance that Leon is being truthful, this is his chance to put an end to this nightmare and things can finally go back to normal around here.

He looks to Leon, giving him a quick nod in acknowledgement, “let’s go.”

Leon pulls the gun from his hip holster and a flashlight from his pocket, handing them to Mick before he gestures for him to follow him. Mick follows, quietly closing the front door behind him before both of them break out into a run. Mick struggles to keep up with Leon, who’s obviously in much better shape than he is being a government agent and all. Within 10 minutes, they’re at the fairground, unsurprisingly; this is where the creature got its latest meal, of course it would stick around.

Leon and Mick head into the forest, Leon leading the way as they continue to run deeper and deeper into the forest. Eventually, they come upon a small clearing, Leon slowing himself to a stop as Mick runs slightly ahead into the clearing. Mick looks around, not seeing any sign of life in the immediate area.

“Where did it go? Did the fucker take off?” Mick scoffs in frustration as he continues to look around ahead of him into the darkness, the flashlight doing little to penetrate it.

“It’s right here.” Leon growls from behind Mick.

Mick turns around slowly, the flashlight confirming his deepest fears as his breaths become ragged with his racing heart. Leon is standing behind him, shirtless. Black veins sprawl across his skin as Leon stares at Mick with piercing red eyes. Leon’s mouth starts to morph into a sinister grin, revealing two long, sharp canine teeth.

“I fucking knew it! What are you, some kind of vampire?!”

“Oh Mick… I’m so much more than that,” Leon purrs, flexing his fists as he slowly approaches him.

Mick watches in horror as four long, claw-like black appendages burst from his back, his eyes widening in shock as he stumbles backwards away from Leon’s approach. Then, a long scorpion-like tail snakes out from behind him, curling to the front to reveal a sharp, blade-esque end.

“Jesus Christ!” Mick cries out, holding the gun up and pulling the trigger.

Click, click, click, says the empty chamber of the gun.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… you really think I’d be stupid enough to give you a loaded gun, Mick?” Leon taunts, continuing his advance.

In a last ditch effort to defend himself, he chucks the empty handgun at Leon, who catches it with lightning fast reflexes with his hand, putting it back into his hip holster.

“You certainly had me nervous, Mick, you seem to be the only one who caught on to the fact that there’s something very wrong about me,” Leon says, his voice dripping with venom before he licks his fangs with his tongue.

“What do you want?!”

“I want what any man wants, to breed with his mate and pass down his bloodline. I’m the last of my kind, you know. I have to do my part to ensure the survival of my species.”

“Your mate? You mean my fucking daughter?!”

Leon lets out a low chuckle, “yes I mean your daughter. You should be proud of her, she’s currently carrying my offspring. She doesn’t know that yet, but she will soon enough, I promise you.”

“You son of a bitch! You won’t get away with this!”

“Oh, but I will Mick,” Leon says, grinning, “you see, the only ones that know what I truly am are you and I. I am quite famished, Mick and lucky for you, I enjoy playing with my food.”

Mick continues to back away from Leon, the light of the flashlight shaking as Leon stalks closer.

Leon chuckles once more before continuing, “I’ll even give you a head start, so I hope you make it fun for me.”

“Shit…” Mick says under his breath as the reality of his situation sinks in, watching Leon grin even wider as he spreads his arms out in a taunting gesture.

“Run.”

Part 6

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #vampire!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #gigabyte writes #he #comes alive

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dialalagirl · 24 days ago

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How was your day sis, so I wanted to request you some headcanns. Okay, do the Sakamaki brothers know about modern technology? I mean, do they know about it (mobiles, computers, laptops) or can they use it? Please answer me soon. I will wait for this impatiently plzzzzz 🧡🧡🍁🌸🌸😖

short answer? yes... but barely. they’re all centuries old vampires, so their relationship with tech is like your grandpa discovering TikTok by accident

shu:

absolutely does not care

uses a flip phone from 2007. only answers if you text him "food’s here"

sleeps through software updates like they’re personal insults

once mistook Bluetooth for a disease

thinks Spotify is a person

reiji:

understands it perfectly. refuses to use it

calls social media "a breeding ground for moral decay"

still uses a literal fountain pen and paper. will write you a 4-page letter just to say “you’re grounded”

secretly Googles how to fix Ayato’s messes but acts like he knows it all from memory

ayato:

can use a phone. barely

texts like: “yo u up 😏🍕”—yes, even if you're in the same room

has broken 3 iPads trying to beat candy crush

once went viral on TikTok for yelling “I AM THE GREAT ORE-SAMA” at a pigeon. still doesn’t know how it happened

laito:

knows too much

probably has a burner phone for shady reasons

filters? editing apps? VPNs? bro is out here running a full aesthetic lifestyle blog on the down low

uses tech to stalk people and look hot doing it. dangerously competent

kanato:

hates it. all of it

phones scare him. yelled at Siri once because she “talked back.”

thinks TikTok is possessed

uses a laptop only to make weird doll slideshow videos set to creepy music. it's horrifying and deeply confusing

subaru:

tries really hard and gets mad when it doesn’t work

types like he’s fighting for his life: “WHY IS THIS THING NOT WORKING??!?”

has cracked his screen 12 times from punching it in frustration

will Google “how to say sorry without sounding weak”

lowkey loves YouTube cat videos but will NEVER admit it

#diabolik lovers #sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #shu sakamaki #meanwhile kino is just going 'pick me pick me'

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notforpenance · 5 months ago

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Hey! This is for the askgame, because I’m sure that I’d love any recommendation from you :)

💖 a fic you recently read, loved and why!

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

my tastes can be a little all over the place, so i hope some of these interest you C: i wanted to do one carcar and one lestappen for each but then i found like five lestappen fics i wanted to say so you get a few more than one.

💖 a fic you recently read, loved and why!

You'll Just Have to Remind Me by @seaplease (t, carcar, memory loss) this fic is still in progress, but so far, I'm loving it. carlos has antiretrograde amnesia which means he wakes up every day thinking it is the same as the day before, and he keeps going to the convenience store every night where oscar works to buy dryer sheets. oscar begins to realize that there's something a little strange about the same guy buying dryer sheets every single night and engaging him in the exact same conversation each time. when i first started it i was a little confused as to how it could be carcar if carlos never remembers what has happened during his day but the dynamic is carried out so well and it feels really natural and lifelike. definitely recommend it, i'm excited to see more of this one.

blood chem by @sediciii (e, lestappen, vampire, roommates) i'm a sucker for vampire fics (pun intended). this one is probably my favorite i have ever read. it's a lestappen oneshot. max is a vampire, and charles is his all-too-willing-to-help roommate. max looks forward to charles coming back to the room so that he can feed, and charles looks forward to letting max feed for... other reasons. it's very sexy and a little soft, and i love the dynamic between the two of them

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

purpose in you by @charlescoded (e, lestappen, arranged marriage, dune au) it's a lestappen dune au oneshot. if you know about dune, charles is a member of the benegesserit and max takes on like a feyd-rautha-type role, and they have an arranged marriage. it got posted right when i was watching the second dune movie for the first time, so it was perfect timing to hook me in. i wish there were more fics in dune au because i feel like that universe has a lot to offer. i cannot express enough how much i am absolutely obsessed with this piece. it is written at a level of writing quality i can only aspire to ever write in my lifetime. the whole piece is entirely enthralling. it is the second part of the series, but this is the one i always reread. the first part is breeding grounds

Ruckus by @tylersayscool (e, lestappen, dystopian battle royale) let me start by saying that everything I've read from this author is so good, i highly recommend checking her out if you haven't already. this one is my favorite, here's the description because i don't think i can do it justice. "The students are taken to a deserted island, fitted with explosive collars, and given random weapons. They are instructed to kill each other until only one survivor remains. If no one is killed within a set time period, the collars will detonate, killing everyone." this fic has such a chokehold on me that i literally was quoting sections in my journal and dissecting them in like essay length entries LOL. the writing is so high quality and the plot is so interesting and unique.

Open my mouth, on my knees (for you) by @lovelylotusf1 (e, carcar) a little less than a year ago i was scrolling through the second round of F1 Kinkmeme submissions looking for oneshots to read and i found this one. funfact: my one fic "you're too sweet for me" was originally supposed to be a lestappen fic and then i read this piece and i was like 'damn i wanna write carcar' and i switched it to that instead. this is a carcar oneshot. here's the description: "Oscar has to deal with the consequences of a drunken confession he sent to Carlos. He gets more than he bargained for." i keep coming back to it because it has such a special place in my heart.

okay i will stop rambling now! there are a few more i would've thrown in but this is already super long i feel like, so i hope some of these are fresh for you to enjoy C:

#carcar #lestappen #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfic recommendations #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fic rec #oscar piastri x carlos sainz #charles leclerc x max verstappen

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txttletale · 1 year ago

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What are your thoughts (lorewise) on Warhammer fantasy so far and what's your favorite faction

i love skaven. ive been a skaven fan for like 20000 years ever since i briefly played actual tabletop. they're just funny little guys :)

when warhammer is good it's because it's embracing its original 80s gonzo spirit of 'just throw any old pop cultuire shit in there and figure it out later' -- i love how the skaven are, like, cartoon mad scientists with nuclear power and genetic engineering and also stupid rats who love scheming and betrayal anbd they waltz around with giant fucking flesh monsters and gatling guns and Combat Hamster Wheels. ther'es other stuff in this vein that's good too: orcs being english football hooligans is never going to stop delighting me, the tomb kings are a really cool concept, the vampire pirates (as far as i'm aware a CA invention?) are so fucking goofy and they rule so so hard.

overall though there's al ot of really really uncomfortable undertones to the world of warhammer fantasy. first of all there is the straight up racist shit, i love the lizardmen (i am currently deep into a mazdamundi campaign) and some of their lore is really interesting and in some ways avoids some of the common pitfalls of 'fantasy indigenous peoples'--it's made very clear they are an advanced society, technologically and socially complex, with a rich culture and history. but the lazy aping and blending of half-remembered maya/aztec aesthetics and the '''''funny''''' joke names they have and the fact that they are ancient and mystical and Not Of This Age just adds up to them being a really racist caricature of mesoamerican societies.

also WHF leans really really really hard into the biological determinism stuff. i love the skaven but the fact that they're a rapidly breeding menace that secretly infiltrates your cities and kidnaps people and gorge themselves on resources and have an Evil Religion and are As A Race predisposed to treachery and viciousness and are depicted as literal vermin brings to mind yknow the place all these tropes hold in the racist and antisemitic cultural imaginary and it definitely makes me kind of uncomfortable. i think the same can be said of the (also straight-up racist) depiction of beastmen as Tribes and Hordes that are very literally More Animal Than Human. like, there's so much of That Shit, of X Race are Biologically Fundamentally Like This, and the Like This often happens to coincide with a constellation of tropes used to demonize and justify the extermination of real people, and i really hate That Shit.

i also find the (also quite typical of fantasy) Order (Good) and Chaos (Evil) moral distinction to be pretty ideologically repugnant

so overall, yknow. mixed feelings innit. that said i'm having an absolute blast with TWWH2 this shit rules im driving my big dinosaur around and eating mother fuckers

#ask #also i have never once in my life thought about age of sigm ar

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tortoisesshells · 2 months ago

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for the character meme — (Edmund) Burke Devlin?

How I feel about this character:

He's awful. I adore him. I think he must spend the equivalent of California's GDP on hair product. He's a liar who proudly advertises it, a monster who thinks making the people around him flinch and squirm is fun. Most of Collinsport deserves to kidney-punch him, except Roger, who got off surprisingly easy for sending Burke to prison for five years, marrying his fiance, and bribing one of his oldest and only friends into betraying him. He's Ahab, he's Heathcliff, he's so shameless as to read The Count of Monte Cristo onscreen because, on Dark Shadows, plagiarism is a way of life. Early DS doesn't work without him - he's part of the original sin that created the conditions of the first 210 episodes: a man who was punished for Roger Collins's crime, and whose determination to get even drives much of the plot before the vampire shows up. He's brazenly bad, and says it's because of the way he was treated; everyone who knew him before, though, says he hasn't really changed except in his economic status - he's rotten by circumstance, by his own choices, and doesn't really care too much who or what he destroys to get even with Roger for railroading him, and Collinsport for letting it happen.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Roger and Vicki, chiefly, either together or separately: He and Roger are negative images of each other, and have what the other wants - Roger is a Collins, has generational wealth, Collinwood, good breeding and taste, and the kind of familial respect Burke can't buy even with his ill-gotten fortune; Burke does a note-perfect performance of midcentury American masculinity, and has no trouble going after who and what he wants while Roger finds himself trapped and mired, perpetually the inadequate heir playing second fiddle to his sister, and whose son isn't even his. They're obsessed with screwing each other over and have been even before Burke tried to marry Laura in 1956, and the worst decision the showrunners made about their characters was putting them in a plot-mandated get-along tee shirt after Barn's arrival. Put Malcolm Mamorstein back in charge and give them shotguns again! this is my solemn campaign promise to you all. He's the bad-future version of Vicki, in a way: Vicki's a poor kid employed by the Collins family, like he was a decade ago; the Collinses are very willing to suspect her, berate her, and throw her under the bus to get what they want - not quite as dramatically as Burke was at the manslaughter trial, but the signs are there. They have similar moral systems - Vicki, while she does have a functioning moral compass (unlike Burke, who's certainly lost his along the way), ultimately judges people based on how they treat her - the Collinses have done real evil and she knows it, but she'll continue to be loyal to them because they've been good to her. ("good".) Burke's immensely self-centered - either you're with him or against him - it's the same system, more dramatically stated? He's reflected behind her in the dark train window in the opening! He's a threat, he's what she was, he's what she could be, if she's not careful. Also, I think Vicki temporarily gobstopping him by saying she'll go up to his hotel room with him if he gives her his investigator's report on her past is really funny. Man absolutely thought he'd succeeded in scaring little miss governess off, but alas. I think his relationship with Laura is interesting but it's not good for either of them? He wants her back because he evidently hasn't read The Great Gatsby, and because he wants to make Roger suffer -marrying Laura (and taking his son back) is a great way to do it. Both of them have metaphorically (and literally, in Laura's case) died, and they're incapable of being the people they were ten years ago when they were engaged, and they're okay with using and threatening each other to get what they want now. Also, Burke's crush on Liz is (1) real and (2) hilarious. He's fucked her brother, he's dated her daughter just to get one over the family, but if she told him to bark, I firmly believe he would. As Roger says, Devlin has a tremendous range.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I don't know that this counts because they're not even friends, but I'm fascinated by his and Bill's relationship: Bill's the only man in Collinsport Burke respects in the slightest - both in Burke's gratitude over Bill giving him his first real job (granted. possibly in contravention of child labor laws.) and treating him fairly while he was working for the Collinses in the 50s, and Burke's sense of Bill's essential fair-handedness endure despite Bill evidently not lodging too strong a protest against Roger railroading Burke in 1956. For Bill's part, he's clear that he thinks Burke is fundamentally untrustworthy (and he's not wrong!) but someone he's obligated to help, both out of a sense that it's the only way to keep Liz and Carolyn clear of Burke's revenge quest, and, dimly, it might be the right thing to do. Also, if I'm allowed to play armchair psychiatrist, Bill was a well-respected man and successful fishing captain who took on a kid with a massive chip on his shoulder about his poor, sickly dad who still managed to beat the hell out of him. There's no way that Bill, Collinsport's patron saint of underparented children and the questionably functional adults they turned into, wasn't some kind of a replacement father figure.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Was it anti-feminist of him to pick a barfight with Willie, a man who repeatedly threatened to sexually assault Vicki, and who faced no legal or social consequences for nakedly telegraphing he'd rape Vicki and Carolyn because of Liz's coerced interference? According to some absolute braintrust takes I've seen, yes.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

He would have been a great werewolf. I mean. Not for anyone in Collinsport, but it would have entertained me immensely: (1) before Barnabas shows up, he's the one with the dog motif; (2) he ended up identical to Jeremiah Collins somehow, and Quentin Collins couldn't keep his pants on to save his life, so why not assume direct descent?; (3) rage issues spilling out of his ears. Perhaps he'd enjoy ripping throats out too much, but alas. There I'd be with my bucket of popcorn, unconvincingly saying stop. no. that's morally reprehensible.

Give me a Character!

#ask meme #polkaknox talks #as ever. my type in characters is 'what is WRONG with him? [dreamily]'#meta #burke devlin

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imelht · 10 months ago

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This is a revamp for my metadede fankid, Equinox.

Equinox: Literally meaning “aequus” (equal) and “nox” (night). An equinox (the occurrence) is a date in which the day and night are of equal duration.

Birth Date: September 22 2022 at 9:03 P.M.

Under the read more is a recap of lore and some notes.

In regards to the image above I aimed to change from his earlier more “vulture-esque” look he had a year ago in order to make Equinox look a bit more like a direct mix of King Dedede and Meta Knight for lore purposes, so I took some time to do so.

Equinox shares King Dedede’s body type, but holds some of Meta Knight’s features. He is a dark blue color (like Meta Knight) with a yellow beak and feet (like Dedede). He has corrupted scars on his left hand and arm, signs of him being a dark magic wielder. He wears the same band and robe as King Dedede does (minus the insignia and white fluffy parts on the robe) and has the same purple wings as Meta Knight does but simplified (these do not turn into a cape). His sclera are light blue but his pupils are yellow and glow like Meta Knight’s. Equinox has two fangs that poke from out of his beak as indication of his partly vampiric nature.

To recap on lore, Equinox was born of Meta Knight’s cell manipulation powers (dark magic), thus resulting in Equinox being of both mortal blood and vampire blood (a special breed called a dhampir).

As far as his capabilities go, he possesses both dark magic, black magic and blood magic like Meta Knight (vampire side) and possesses the raw strength and prowess of King Dedede (mortal side) making him a formidable fighter.

Equinox is also very intelligent. He is able to absorb new information regarding the world around him like a sponge. (This plays somewhat on the belief that dhampirs were sponge-like beings (with no bones.))

Equinox, as far as personality goes is rather benevolent considering his capabilities. He prefers to indulge himself with the intake of new knowledge as a highly curious being rather than devoting his attention to combat. He likes to read, eat, and venture around Dreamland to pass time.

Despite being a curious being, Equinox has yet to discover the truth behind his nature as a dhampir. King Dedede and Meta Knight know they cannot keep it a secret forever, especially from the rest of Dreamland’s inhabitants, who are curious as to where Equinox came from. Equinox’s whole existence is shrouded behind a dark veil of desperate lies formed by the pair themselves for the sake of their relationship and Equinox’s well being.

#this sort of ties into my vampire meta knight au #most of this is just lore building notes for myself though #anyways.#ive noticed a lot of the art for him is old. i should change that #there is some art of him here though #equinox #equinox lore post #metadede #metadede fankid #reference sheet #my art #my oc

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hurthermore · 1 year ago

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Haaiii i wanted to come here to express how much i love A Misconduct of Love, bbygrl had me reading until 2am when i had work at 10 today 😭😭😭 i work at a library and im pretty much in the computer lab the entire day (which is exactly where i want to be because i have sweet F-A to do in here, so you're fic has taken me🩷🩷🩷) literally sitting at my little desk, kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading Alastor fawn over Reader even if his intentions are slightly ill-intended AKSHSODJWI only slightly, but I support Alastor's wrongs 🩷🩷🩷 i dont know if you listen to Will Wood at all, but I was listening to his song Vampire Reference in A Minor Key, all the while conducting my own little delusion of your Alastor having this push-pull relationship with Reader. Where its already established how crazy they are for each other, but Reader has yet to leave her vile husband (its the roaring 20's, so it's not like she's really in a place to divorce him anyway, unforch, but that does make their affair all the more enticing) (also im totally and entirely disregarding NY in this scenario btw, lemme be delusional xoxo) and I can see Reader like. Drugging her husband every night to make him drowsy and crash before he can force her into anything. Then she sneaks off into the night where she finds herself at Alastor's doorstep, and he welcomes her with open arms. Being the gentleman he is, he'll encourage her to share her feelings, how her day has been, what that disgusting husband of hers has been up to and more importantly, did he hurt her today? Is she okay? If shes harmed, he'll do his best to take care of her, console her before leading her into a soft and slow, passionate kiss. One that Reader's been desperately craving and she reaches out to hold his face. He's pulling her in and leaning her back into the couch until he's hovering over her. They're groping each other and Reader, desperate to be loved in a way thats meaningful, reaches for Alastor's collar first. Her fingers are clumsy but determined as shes releasing the buttons on his waistcoat. This certainly isnt the first time this has happened, but Alastor remains pleasantly surprised everytime she initiates first, but that doesnt mean he'll giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring him first. No matter what, its always his utmost duty to treat her until shes had her fill - until shes begging for him to finally be inside her, and god knows he could never deny her. With Alastor, she wants it all. She wants his everything and anything he is willing to provide her. Dare she say, she wouldnt even mind if she ended up pregnant with Alastor's child (i have a breeding kink IRL, and I strongly believe, after falling into bed with Alastor so many times, she'd develop her own breeding kink with him as well) 🩷 they'd become addicted to each other, and it'd be even sexier if she did end up pregnant by Alastor, falsely allowing her husband to believe its his child until both Reader and Alastor reel up and incenerate his ass together 🩷 (burn his ass alive in that horrible, awful house shes been forced to live in for the last year. And listen tearfully as Alastor begs her, genuinely and tearfully begs her to come live with him. Be his wife and let him love her the way she deserves to be loved. And they can be happy together, they can build a beautiful life together with their little one. He genuinely cannot live another day without her, and she feels the same🩷)

.....sorry for writing essentially my own fanfic of *your* fanfic in your inbox, you can delete this if you want!! You have me romanticising at my job today, trust that I will be thinking about Alastor and Reader for the rest of my afternoon xoxoxo ilu 🩷✨️

AHHH TYSM FOR ENJOYING MISCONDUCT!! I also LOVE this so much, unfortunately it’s not where I plan to take misconduct sorry.

But don’t apologise for writing this! I loved it and I kinda wished more people would write things like this for misconduct it makes me so happy sksks

Ty for taking your time to not only read misconduct but write all of this! I’m working hard to try to finish the next chapter!! 👉👈

#alastor x reader #hurthermore talks

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brain-rot-central · 1 year ago

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In Sonnet AA is just a more powerful Astarion or the ascension changed him drastically in some way?What do you make of Mephistophele's deal (or any deal with a devil in general)?

So... My interpretation of Astarion is that UA and AA both exist within him from the start.

Throughout the game we see the two sides of him warring for dominance. And tbh, he's kind of an asshole from the get. Like, he isn't a nice person. He's a jerk, but he learns compassion as the game goes on because someone (Tav/Durge) finally extended a hand to him. Someone finally sees him. It's the theory of "love breeds kindness" being displayed.

The ascension route his him choosing himself despite this, strictly out of fear of another being having control over him again and it exacerbates all of his worst qualities since he's delving deeper into his paranoia. He's walling himself off, basically. Regressing, which happens a lot with abuse victims.

And as much as he tries telling himself that the ascension "killed the weaker version of himself," all it really did is shove that part of him down beneath six feet of dirt. He never made peace with it so much as he views it as an embarrassment and a source of shame. But when it comes to Tav, that part of him screams the loudest. And he hates it, because it reminds him of how weak and vulnerable he felt.

Basically reminds him that the concept of love makes him uncomfortable because to love someone is to be vulnerable. You'll do and withstand things you normally wouldn't with other people. Love is an opportunity for you to be softer and to have someone hold you. That scares the shit out of him, because he's no longer totally in control. You essentially become a willing participant for the other person, and you hope that they'll continue to extend the same courtesy to you.

I also don't agree with the notion that just because he's ascended, he now suddenly knows everything. Nothing about the ascension changes what has already happened to him, or his experiences. He may put on an air as if it has, and the whole point of it is to distract you from the realization that he still doesn't know shit about being an ascended/true vampire (his first humanoid blood was the PC and that was literally like... one/two months ago).

The man has zero idea how to turn someone and it's probably a nerve-racking experience for him, which is why he becomes so personally offended if you refuse his offer to become his consort. Because in a way, it's him being vulnerable with you. He has no idea what he's doing but he's willing to try if it means you both get to spend eternity together. He's essentially proposing to you in the only way he knows how. He also doesn't know SHIT about any of his powers/abilities yet.

He's a little fledging vampire who's been given the keys to the Lamborghini, essentially. But heaven forbid anyone else see that.

I don't think he lost his soul in the deal. I think moreso he's riding an insane high of 1) finally being free of Cazador's influence and 2) no longer having the insatiable hunger that plagued him for 200 years. For the first time in two centuries his mind is completely clear and his own again.

But I do believe there are some trade-offs to the ascension. Like for instance, uncovering a werebat form if he's too emotionally charged/cannot control himself. I also hc that he eventually starts hearing the voices of those sacrificed during the ritual, especially if he delves too deeply into a dark path.

TL;DR: the UA/AA versions of Astarion exist from the beginning and I still think they exist post-ascension. Just with the ascension, he's letting the worst qualities of himself win. I don't see that as a permanent thing.

The deal with Mepho changes nothing about him on a personal level; he doesn't lose his soul in the deal but there are some consequences of the deal -- becoming grotesque and/or hearing voices of those sacrificed in the ritual. He feels good and it just reinforces the arrogant behavior he displayed early on, as it's a point of regression for his overall development.

#long post #thanks for this!#ascended astarion #answered #astarion #sotlc

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edwin-paynes-bowtie · 6 months ago

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I recently took up rereading the ACOTAR Christmas novel given the season.

For context I read the series way back when it was first debuting, enjoyed them but never reread them again.

I was very young mind you.

But when the series exploded after covid it felt a bit overrated but I didn’t really mind it.

After rereading it at a way more senior age then I initially read them, I found that they were really not as well written as I initially thought. But maybe I was too young to figure that out.

What are your main gripes with the series? I know you recently read ACOSF.

I DNF'ed ACOSF actually, I couldn't do it.

I dislike the characters besides Nesta and Gwyn. By this, I mean ALL of them. Rhysand hits the same Bad spot as other manipulative male characters for me, as does Cassian. I think most of the ships in ACOTAR, like most of the ships in ToG, are REALLY abusive.

SJM's depictions of sex are also so ridiculous and imbalanced. She seems to think this is kinky, but if that's what she's going for, the kink is EXTREMELY undernegotiated. I personally think it's got nothing to do with kink but is instead a reflection of how the men in the world she's build view women. And the world she's build makes that Okay, that women are there to sexually serve their men and are all Happy About It.

Also since you brought up the novella - what the fuck is Rhysand cumming uncontrollably to the projected thought of his unborn baby??? That was SO INSANE and has stuck with me in the worst way.

I also find SJM's world building to be a study in how not to build a world. It's inconsistent, it's flat, and it's so thin and flimsy. Also, why wouldn't anyone want to be a faerie? A well-developed fantasy world needs to give each creature its pros and cons.

For example, in TSC, Shadowhunters are the 'ruling class,' but they're culty and overly bound by their rules to the point that individual Shadowhunters feel like they have little freedom. They also die A Lot. Warlocks have magic, but they're very oppressed by the Clave AND their powers have a lot of limits. Immortality is both a blessing and a curse. Vampires and werewolves are strong, but they are in constant conflict - and vampires can't go out in the sun while werewolves are bound to pack structures.

But in ACOTAR, being a faerie affords you ridiculous strength and stamina, limitless power, and.... there are no cons! Why is anyone upset about changing? It's unclear!

I also don't like the inconsistency. Like, in book one, Tamlin is The Man. Book 2 works SO hard to assassinate his character and for absolutely no reason besides SJM thinks Rhysand is Hot Shit. I do appreciate Tamlin apparently "trapping her" and "treating her like a breeding mare" when Rhysand literally does both of those things regularly and actually makes everyone smell her pregnancy hormones (wtf) in ACOSF.

They're literally studies in How Not to Write Books, and I have actually learned a lot about What Not To Do from SJM.

#anti sjm

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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First as a disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I'm not an anti (I'm anti death threats and am fine with incest, age-gap, abusive ships etc)

However I'm probably still a social/political enemy for various reasons but you sometime post asks from people you disagree with I think and I think you might know this answer.

Anyway onto my question I'm the kind of shipper who likes canon compliant ships and looking for hints and stuff but these days it feels like everyone boasts about how much their ships deviate and poop on canon etc. Do other shippers with my mentality still exist and I just don't notice them (Outside of anti spaces) or are we actually a dying breed?

Eh. I think "political enemy" has a pretty fluid definition if one is really into playing politics. If you aren't out campaigning on a white supremacy platform, we probably have some goals in common.

I usually block people for being extremely annoying on a day I'm feeling hormonal or for attacking people particularly viciously in my comments, not for nominally being in some other camp.

I think the more canon-adjacent fandom flavors are actually really common.

They're a little lost in the tumult of "My headcanon is actually canon!!!" stuff on tumblr that we like to laugh at on my own blog.

They're also less common in oldschool m/m-shipping spaces because those are often inherently non-canon ships. In the past, it was because homophobic censorship wouldn't let anything be made. These days, it's because the flavor of m/m a lot of people like is more easily found by adding romance to a buddy canon than by trying to add buddy-ness to a romance canon in many cases, and this can be true even if canon is original m/m aimed at fandom types.

Here's the thing: oldschool m/m shippers tend to be particularly prone to building community spaces and recording our history precisely because it's so easily erased and so often attacked. This type of shipper also tends to have more of a cohesive identity. That makes it far easier to name ourselves and set up little fiefdoms on modern social media.

I'm one of these people. Shittons of the people doing amateur fandom history work are. Much of the OTW old guard are. And lots of us know each other at least a bit, so if you're running into one of us, you're probably running into more of us.

However, that doesn't actually mean this type of shipping is the most common or that there have never been spaces devoted to something else.

That old Beauty and the Beast tv series with Linda Hamilton had epic canon shippers. So did Moonlight (the vampire tv series). So did and does Twilight.

A lot of these shippers had this as their first and possibly their only fandom and carried on being obsessed long after canon was over.

Lizzie/Darcy shippers put anything I have ever been a fan of to shame. No matter what the AO3 numbers show, this ship far, far exceeds the popularity of Destiel or any of the other m/m heavyweights.

I think the problem you're running into is that in the modern era of binging things on Netflix and regular joes being huge media geeks, analyzing canon in a nerdy way and obsessing over your canon ships is just how a big chunk of the population engages with media.

Fan theories that are closely tied to what was actually on the screen/page are the bread and butter of water cooler conversations and have been since The Sopranos and its ilk.

Yes, I know some fuck will immediately show up and go "Ahem, ahem, I am a GEEK and SPECIAL and the people around me never have intellectual conversations about media literally ever!!!!" just like every single time we have this conversation. But times have moved on, and being overinvested in canon theorizing just is a normie activity now, and that's great! Except when you want a special term and space to find your people.

The only time canon shippers really stand out from that is if they're extremely fic-focused, and then they often start straying farther from canon, especially if they stick around the same fandom for a long time. Either they start becoming more fans of some fic writer or they start wanting to diversify what they themselves are writing.

The really good close-to-canon fandom activities are at their best when lots of fans find the same currently-running canon at the same time and before canon itself passes its prime.

Even I started out on alt.tv.x-files, analyzing the shit out of season 2 and not caring much about non-canon things. (Though, admittedly, I was more NoRomo than MSR.)

That said, antis are not actually that canon-focused in most cases. They will do the "My headcanon is reality" thing as much as anyone. They just tend to spend a lot of time hating on explicit m/m and a lot of explicit m/m is of non-canon ships.

Honestly... anon... you might want to figure out what the latest CSI-ish franchise is and find the obviously-future-canon het ship from that. Those tend to get the 10 seasons of build up and fan theories that don't stray too far from canon.

This stuff is not only not a dying breed, but it's so common that one of the editors of NCIS delivered a deeply cringeworthy lecture at my film school about what "shippers" are and how the Tiva shippers affected the production.

People into those ships don't need tumblr: Major entertainment magazines are publishing their fan theories for them.

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heyhilana · 2 years ago

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Sink in (Max Phillips)

Summary: Your job changed overnight with the arrival of your new boss, Max, as he was blurring every line with you, and your once tolerable co-workers have turned into living nightmares. But a chance meeting in Max's office reveals everything about the true nature of your job.

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope everyone is having a great holiday season and a great new month overall 💙 This was originally slated for Halloween, but I just finished it yesterday, whoops. Anyway, this is a new venture for me as I have never written for Max before, but I figured why not? So enjoy this and drink lots of water 💚

Pairing: Max Phillips x !f reader

Warnings: (uhm...don't call me out) Just blatant filth. Breeding, vampire biting, squirting, oral (m kinda and f receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), spanking, fingering, heavy creampie, mentions of male masturbation, female masturbation.

Word Count: 7k

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You were walking to your car, thankful for your lunch break as all your coworkers within the past week had turned from tolerable to unbearable. Andrew, who you could usually ignore, was itching to be at your throat over the smallest issues. Your boss, Ted, was strangely happy about the change in his employees, although you couldn’t figure out why. Tim and Evan were trying to convince you to leave your job as Max’s secretary as they were convinced something was wrong, but they couldn’t prove anything, so you dismissed it. The most perplexing of it all was Max, your new boss, who took a special interest in you that you were finding hard to ignore or even dislike.

Max was charismatic, to say the least. Sure, he was hard to figure out, so you never knew if his nature with you was professional or blurring the lines of attraction, but it made your job less mundane. Max kept you on your toes, and from the way he looked at you, you wondered if there could be more with your boss if you did move to a different sector. But based on the rumors swirling around in the legal department, you would rather work under Ted as the legal department would’ve brought you more boredom than before.

You stepped out of the door and saw Frank at his regular post.

“Going on your break?” Frank asked.

“Yeah. I need it since everyone’s so weird up there.” You answered.

“Well between you and me, I believe Evan and Tim.” Frank whispered, and you were unsure about why he was whispering when no one was around.

“I would too, but they haven’t proven anything.” You responded, and Frank looked at you as if you were a goner.

“Suit yourself. But I’m prepared for anything.” Frank tapped his chest, and from then on, you knew to never cross him, literally and figuratively.

You faked a smile for good measure. “I’m sure you are. See you in a bit.”

“See ya.”

You shook your head and walked off, convinced that even with Frank still acting the same, there were still a few screws that were loose in his head. Still, you weren’t able to shake the feeling of your entire company turning into a group of paranoid psychos. But to take your mind off things, You checked the clock and saw you had 25 minutes to eat, figured out if you wanted to leave and never come back, and possibly relieve yourself as the moments before you walked out the door left you questioning your self-control.

You walked into the elevator and hit the basement level and the close doors button to get down as fast as possible. But a pair of hands slid between the doors as they were about to close.

“You didn’t think you would get away from me that easily now?” Max asked with that familiar mischievous smirk on his face.

“I wasn’t trying to, sir.” You answered, holding your bag a little tighter for your sanity.

“What did I tell you about using sir? I’m your boss, but I’m not Ted.” Max reminded you, and somehow, you knew that calling him Max would blur the already murky lines between you two. But calling him sir riled him up, and you liked seeing him like that.

“So I should call you Max then?” You asked, and you noticed how Max raked his eyes up and down on you.

“Yeah. It rolls off your tongue better.”

Oh. Suggestive words in an elevator that made it harder to ignore him? Amusing, really.

“S-Max.” You corrected yourself.

“Atta girl.” Max clicked his tongue, and you were thankful he replaced good with atta, or else you would’ve turned into a puddle.

To save yourself, you changed subjects. “Where are you headed off to?”

“I gotta get something from my car. You’re off to lunch?” He pointed to your big bag.

“Yep. I need it since I’ve been working since I got in at 8 and it’s 12 now.”

“You’re the best worker we have, even without being turned.” Max complimented you, but you couldn’t make out the last part.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. But you got a little something on your shirt.” Max pointed to your chest.

“Oh, where is it?” You tried to look down, but his hand was already on you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” Max flicked off a chip crumb that was on you, but then he moved up to your collarbone, flicking something else off as well. His fingers were dangerously close to your neck, and you realized he could grab your neck right now if he inched up any higher.

“D-did you get it?” You interrupted, and when you looked into Max's eyes, you thought you saw a twinge of red before it reverted to its normal color.

Max cleared his throat. “Yeah, it was just a little something that wasn’t in one spot.”

“Well, thank you.” You were relieved that the heat you felt on your face wasn’t as visible as the elevator had dim lighting. And speaking of the elevator, it dinged finally for the ground level for you to leave unscathed.

“Anytime. And is that a new perfume you put on today?” Max asked as he walked out with you.

“Yeah. But you know my old perfume?” You were perplexed, wondering why he would notice such a minor detail.

“Mhm. I always smell it on you when you walk in and I enjoy it every time. But I like this new one too..” He answered before taking a left, leaving you stunned and slightly aroused.

You tried to keep yourself composed while you ate your food, with somehow the savory flavors of your comfort meal not doing enough to keep your mind off Max. Did he have to say he enjoyed your perfume? Did he have to touch you in that way, even letting his thumb ghost your skin? Most of all, did he have to eye fuck you at every moment possible? A boss like Max was a dream come true and a curse because he was forbidden fruit. Everything you wanted, your mind told you no. But your desires, oh, they loved to toe the line of professionalism and uncontrollable impulses. Look, but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, and now you’ll be unable to draw the line again.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Now, you resorted to finishing your lunch quickly and setting everything off to the side so you could slide your seat back for your daily venture into your deepest fantasies of Max. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was Max walking near your car as he took the opposite direction to go back into the building. He saw you were in your car, and he moved quickly, hiding behind the pole so that you couldn’t see him, but he could definitely see a glimpse of your body. No one else was near except you two, and you were blissfully unaware of his presence as he stayed out of eyesight. You unbuttoned your shirt, giving yourself some breathing room since you knew it would get hot and heavy in your car. Your bra would have to stay on this time, but it didn’t keep you from pulling your breasts out, letting them fall out of your shirt. Next, you pulled up your skirt and slid your panties off, thankful that this was one of the days you opted for skirts so it would be easier to access. Max couldn’t see as much as he wanted to of your face, but he could definitely hear the moans from inside your car once your fingers slipped in between your glistening folds.

Barely through with your shift, you were going through another pair of panties, but that didn’t stop you from teasing yourself. It was important to build up your orgasm long before you chased it so you could replay the day’s events one by one until you were coming undone from everything all at once. That was why every soft pinch and grip on your nipple, every swipe of your index finger on your clit, and every pump of your fingers inside your hole was worth teasing yourself for because you thought of him. It was impossible not to fantasize about him finally teasing your breasts as you caught him staring at them one too many times during ‘important’ conversations about work. It was inevitable to dream about his skillful tongue that he used for flirting would be equally useful in licking up and down your slit, gathering every drop of your elixir. Hell, you were going right down that dangerous path of imagining what his plump lips would feel like kissing both your vertical and horizontal lips, plus that little bud that laid right in between your vertical ones that would be a treat to feel him suck on. And the two you saved for last, even with them being the best, was his pulsing tip pushing right up on your clit and tapping it, and finally, feeling soul-snatching strokes right after to make you undoubtedly his.

That was why time went fast for you as you were knuckle deep in your pussy, feeling how wet you were and letting those wet sounds, along with your moans fill the car up. But for Max? Oh, he was in for the show of a lifetime as he felt his cock stretch his boxers and press prominently against his trousers. It was taking everything in him not to knock on your door, get inside, and fuck you right in the backseat. For one, he could smell it from a mile away that you were still a virgin. Perhaps it shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but knowing that you were the last one unturned, that he saved for last, and you were a virgin, it was the icing on the cake for him. But he didn’t want to interrupt you. He found watching you without you knowing to be erotic beyond his imagination. A voyeur enjoying his prospect’s desires and seeing how hard and fast you were going, all with the thought of him on your mind, was an ego boost along with an insatiable appetite that would culminate within the day. In his mind, he was begging you to cum all over his cock. In your mind, you were wishing he was telling you to cum for him.

It was a chant that rang through both of your heads, with your walls tightening up and his one thread of self-control threatening to snap if this went on a minute longer. But neither of you had to wait much longer once you let go. Your seats that were evident of your arousal were drenched more as you half moaned, half screamed accidentally as you wanted to keep it down. But Max enjoyed everything about it. He wanted to take you there and higher as soon as possible, but he had to wait for the right time. It was hard not to cum in his boxers at how hard you came, but he was sure the precum clung to his boxers from the whole time he stood there watching you.

Once he saw you were cleaning up, he disappeared quickly so you wouldn’t see him. You cleaned up your mess and got dressed again, seeing you had five minutes to spare, which would put you in the nick of time to return to your cubicle. But while you cleaned up your seats, you wondered what would happen if Max did approach you. Would you accept? Deny? It was hard to say, given that your job would be at risk, but this torment of getting off in your car was hard to keep up with. Alas, you shrugged it off as it would never happen given that he could have anyone he wanted, giving you a false sense of reality once you were decently presentable for work again and could resume your duties. On the other hand, Max had other things in mind for you once the end of the day came around.

You looked at the clock and saw it was 10 minutes, close to 7, with your coworkers upstairs for an HR meeting. However, Max asked you to stay behind and finish some work. Just as you were done, Max opened his door.

“Hey, do you mind coming in for a second?” Max asked.

“I’ll come in. I’m also done with the work now.” You got out of your chair and pulled down your skirt, noticing that Max was watching your every move.

“See, this is why you’re my top girl.” Max winked at you, making you avert your eyes as he looked damn good with his suit jacket off and his shirt undone. You walked in as he held the door for you, and when he followed, his hand ghosted the small of your back, which made your hair stand up. He closed the door behind him as you walked to his desk.

Max clasped his hands below his stomach. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I know what I would love to be in here for.

“To go over my work?” You asked.

Max tsked as he walked over to you. “I know you’re a little naïve, but that pretty head of yours can give me a better answer than that.”

There were a few thoughts rearing to the front of your head, but you wouldn’t dare utter them. “Well, what else could it be?”

“I can give you a few ideas,” Max took his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. “You’re a very hard worker, you’re at my beck and call whenever I please, and there’s something else about you that I can smell on you.”

“My perfume?” You tried, and Max shook his head.

“No. Something else that is a little harder to smell.”

For a moment, you were too distracted by how he licked his lips to understand what he was saying.

“What would that be then?”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Max went straight for it, and it caught you off guard.

You cocked your head to the side, unaware that the small move left him twitching in his pants. “That’s a bit personal to ask, don’t you think?”

Sure, draw the line of professionalism when you already made a mistake coming into his office with no one else around.

“It is, but you liked it.” Max saw right through you, given that it was hard to ignore the way your thighs closed together against him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned confusion, but there was no use.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” Max continued, baiting you into his trap.

“Not at all.”

“Okay, I’ll spell it out for you.”

Max took his other hand and parted your thighs without much effort, showing that he had a lot more strength than you anticipated. His fingers danced along your skin, making you breathe deeply as you felt him getting closer to your core while never breaking eye contact. But Max was surprised when his fingers reached up, and he felt nothing but your soft, bare skin that covered the slick that had been growing since you returned to your desk.

“Commando at work? Seems you took my relaxed work outfit memo a little bit further than I thought.” He joked, and if you weren’t in this position, you would’ve laughed. “But just so you know, I know that you’ve been getting off to me in your car.”

“I haven’t been-“ You tried to lie, but Max slapped your folds.

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you in your car fingering yourself, your shirt undone and those pretty breasts of yours on display. I knew exactly what you were doing, and you can’t deny it because I watched every second until you came.”

Fuck, I’m caught. But why does it feel so good to be caught?

You were intrigued, embarrassed, and aroused all at once. “Then why didn’t you come and knock my car?”

“Didn’t want to ruin the show. Besides, hearing you moan my name thinking that no one could hear was invigorating.” Max answered as he pressed further in between your folds, now feeling how wet you were from the ordeal.

“Sir,” You tried to take a step back, but he knelt down before you, letting go of your hand to push your skirt all the way up past your ass.

“Oh? We’re back to formalities now? Because I think with my fingers in between these pretty lips of yours, you won’t be able to lie anymore.”

His fingers were pressed up against your hole, slick coating the tips, and his face was inching forward to your clit, making it an unforgettable sight that you couldn’t say no and move away from. It would feel wrong to deny yourself what you desired, which is why you jutted your hips up to his lips to take slight control. Max laughed at your eagerness, relishing how you were giving in to him.

“Should’ve known you wanted to fuck my face,” Max muttered before moving in, and his fingers slipped deliciously inside you. His fingers were bigger than yours, which proved to be a deeper stretch than you were anticipating, but that slight pain melted away once you rolled your hips on his nose, using his face to get what you needed. Your hands went up to unbutton and discard your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your riled-up skirt and the heels you wore that accentuated your legs. The icy air in his office left your nipples rock hard, but it was a forgotten feeling as his hand reached up to your hip to slow your movements so he could kiss and suck on your clit.

“Max, fuck you’re so good at this,” You praised, feeling him swirl his tongue around your clit and alternate to sucking, making your toes curl. Max fingered you harder than you did in the car, and you didn’t mind it at all. It was hot, feeling him toy with your body as he gave and took control over you at different moments, making you a pool of desire. Your sweet sounds filled up his office as your leg went over his shoulder and your ass was further on the desk.

Max lifted up his head to look at you. “Look at how your body speaks to me. You couldn’t help yourself for a minute longer if I didn’t start.”

“I need you, Max. I can’t help it anymore.” The truth flowed out of you recklessly. Admitting that you were unable to control yourself around him was slightly embarrassing, but the look he gave you was undeniably hot and commanding.

“I can’t help myself either. Your pretty little pussy is delicious and I’m gonna ruin every inch of you on this desk. So lay back, and I’ll make you wish you did this sooner.” Max commanded, and you obliged, laying back with your ass off the table.

Max went back down quickly, his speed increasing more than you ever did to yourself. It was intense as he ate you out as if you were his last meal, the only meal he wanted to have if his life depended on it. His tongue drew shapes and letters on your clit that you couldn’t make out, but Max was marking you completely. There were shapes of hearts, triangles, circles, and stars that he alternated from to make you feel like you were floating on air. Max spelled submit, mine, mía, and forever, all because he wanted you desperately. To have you at his will, submitting to his ministrations, making you his, and soon, for all of eternity, seemed to be the gift that kept on giving to him, and he would continue to take it if it meant it was always with you. Max was everything you could’ve imagined and more, and despite your strong will from before telling you to stop, it was long gone as all you could do now was grip his desk and keep your hand over your mouth to keep the noise down.

But your attempts to conceal your moans were futile as your orgasm was near. It was building in every fiber of your body, its power unwavering as it was more than you had ever experienced before. It was confusing, but Max knew exactly what he was trying to do to you. If there was one fantasy he had of you that never left his mind each time he stroked underneath his desk, it was making you squirt all over his face. Max would cum hard each time he imagined you squirting, with his face coated in your desire and drinking it all up. There were many ruined shirts at the thought of burying his face into your pussy, ignoring everything else in the world so he could be laser-focused on your moans and making you cum endlessly, as it got him off more than anything. Oh, that man would edge himself to the very end over wishing that he could hold you down and taste what was his. Gripping you like a vice in his mind and gripping his tip in reality, Max would mumble your name each time he spilled while hoping you would spill on his face one day. And now that this day was here, he was doing everything in his power to bring you to that peak he yearned for.

You lifted your hand for a moment. “M-Max, please don’t stop it feels so good!”

That was all Max needed to hear as he gave you everything, curling his fingers to pulse on your spot, beckoning you to let go all over. He sucked and swirled his tongue on your clit, never letting up as he wanted, no, needed to be drenched by you. And while it was hard to keep his fangs from coming out, as his desire for you often brought out his other side, he was determined to let you enjoy every second of this before he marked you permanently.

“Max, I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered out before the electrifying feeling took over completely.

Your thighs were clamped around Max’s head as you squirted all over him, and he nearly came in his pants. He pulled his fingers out of you to hold you up better as you were slipping, but he still licked up every drop and all on your slit to gently coax you into giving him more. You felt relieved, euphoric, and most of all, pleased above all your expectations as you made a mess on his face. It was endless, with the hairs on along your body standing tall and your hips rolling into Max’s face to use him for more. Max never wanted it to end, and there was only one thought that was on his mind;

Use my fucking face until I can make you cum again.

But, faintly, you could hear the elevator ding, which startled you out of your blissful high. You moved your legs, and Max got back up on his feet. You were frantic, not realizing that your extra time with Max exceeded the time for the HR meeting. Time was now of the essence as you pulled your skirt back down and fixed your shirt.

“I have to hide. Someone is on this floor and I can’t be seen like this.” You said.

“You can hide under my desk.” Max fixed his shirt and grabbed his suit jacket from the chair.

You went around, seeing a spot underneath where no one would see you. “Are you sure I’m going to fit?”

“I’m sure you will. But you didn’t have to stop.” Max answered as he walked over to his chair.

You were confused, knowing that there was definitely an unspoken rule about not hooking up with your boss that you broke. “I did have to stop. What if someone sees us and that costs us our job?”

“Look, I don’t care who walks in and sees, baby. Let them see me in between your legs and let them see you bent over on this desk taking every inch of me.” Max pulled his chair out for you to get under.

“Max, what if it’s Ted?” You asked as you heard a knock on the door.

“I don’t care if it’s Ted. I want you, and I’m not letting him stop that. Are you going to let him?” Max questioned.

“No.”

“That’s my good girl. Now get on your fucking knees for me.” Max commanded.

His eyes were burning red, and you felt every compulsion to get underneath his desk, which was high enough for you to fit. Max slid in with his chair just enough to not box you in and kept his legs open for you once Ted walked in.

“Max! There’s my best worker.” Ted greeted as he closed the door behind him.

“How’s it going Ted? Was the HR meeting good?” Max asked as you took it upon yourself to unzip his pants.

“It’s going well. Sales are through the roof, and everyone at the HR meeting was keen on making sure our numbers stay that way.”

Even without seeing Ted, you knew that man had his mega-watt smile on his face that he only had when a big sale was made. But for Max, you could see that he was stifling a groan once you pulled his cock out of his pants. By looking at his cock, you realized why he was strained. It was thicker than you imagined. Pre-cum painted around his tip, his veins prominent, and a curve that you knew would hook inside you more than your fingers did.

What did I get myself into?

“I’m glad that you’re getting what you want. What do you think the numbers will be at the end of the quarter?” The strain was evident in his tone, making you hide a giggle before you kissed the tip.

“These numbers will be the highest ever! I’ll- I mean we’ll be richer than ever!” Ted exclaimed, and you were sure Max wanted to do something similar based on how his thighs tightened once you sucked his tip gently.

“That’s all I want for us. Big numbers lead to big checks, and we get to expand and ensure that the train keeps going.”

Max’s hand snaked up your head, pushing you to take more of him despite the risks. The stretch in your mouth tugged at your lips, and the stretch in your dripping pussy would be worthwhile. With how he felt in your mouth, you were confident that his width was much more desirable than length, and thankfully, he had both.

“But I have a question for you. Where’s your secretary?” Ted asked, and you pulled Max’s cock out of your mouth.

“Oh. She went home early for the day. Got sick with something she ate but she got all her work done.” Max lied.

“Well that’s good to hear. She was the only one that was missed at the HR meeting so I wanted to check in with you.”

“Yeah. I’ll have her watch the recording of it when she comes in tomorrow. But is that all?” Max tapped his desk with one hand, and he moved his other hand away from your head.

“No. I was going to ask if you turned everyone, but you already answered that with letting her go home early.”

In that second, you realized that Tim and Evan were right. What was more of a problem was that now you were trying to fight the urge to hit Max while Ted was still in the room.

“Listen, I’m gonna get around to it.” Max reassured, but Ted’s sigh indicated that it was a futile attempt.

“I know she’s an efficient worker but sooner or later she’s going to find out.”

“Ted, I’ve got it under control.” Max was stern, and you never heard him speak like that until now.

“If you say so, but if you don’t do it, I will.” Ted threatened as he turned on his heel.

“Don’t touch her.” Max warned, and Ted laughed in response.

“And what are you going to do about it? You work for me, not the other way around.” Ted corrected.

“But you need me more than I need you, and if I say to leave her alone, you don’t touch her. Or else would your wife like to hear about you sleeping with your secretary?” Max countered, and you covered your mouth in shock.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. Now are we done?” Max was livid, and if there was another word said than what he wanted to hear, he would blow a fuse.

“Yes. I’ll leave you be.”

Ted walked out fast and closed the door behind him, and you didn’t explode until you heard the elevator doors open and close to be sure that it was just the two of you again on the floor. Max zipped his pants up and moved out of the way for you. You climbed out angry, jetting for the door, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave. I’ll explain everything.” Max pleaded, but all it earned was a slap in the face.

“Max, you’re a fucking vampire! I don’t need to hear anymore to figure that out.” You exclaimed, and Max sighed.

“Yes, I’m a vampire. But I was never going to turn you the way I did the others.” Max explained, and that earned a cold laugh from you.

“Oh, that’s so comforting, really.”

Max pinched the skin in between his brows. “I was going to tell you before I did it.”

“So I was supposed to just let you tell me with your fangs out and take two seconds to process that you’re a vampire and that I’m going to be one too?” You asked sarcastically.

“You’re clearly angry with me. Do you want to slap me again?” Max offered, and that threw you off.

“You’re offering me a slap?” You were bewildered, but you had to expect that from Max as everything he did was borderline unorthodox, and now you understood why that was.

“It seemed to work the first time. Besides, they don’t hurt anyways.” Max responded, and it was time for you to see red. You slapped him harder than the last time, and you saw that his eyes flashed red, but they went away quickly.

“I knew that would work. And now I have two questions for you.”

You huffed, knowing that there was always a trick up his sleeve. “Do I have a choice in answering them?”

“You know the answer to that. Anyways, did you ever have a suspicion of me being a vampire? Or did someone tell you that I’m a vampire?” Max asked.

“That’s two questions right there.” You pointed it out, and Max rolled his eyes.

“Answer the fucking question.” He demanded.

“No. I didn’t have a clue.” You lied, and you soon realized your mistake once his eyes turned crimson red, seeing right through you.

His grip on your wrist tightened. “I’m going to ask you again, and don’t lie because you’re a terrible liar. Did you ever have a suspicion?”

“Yes.” You answered truthfully, and his eyes turned back to normal.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Max praised, and you were sure that while he was a vampire, there were a few screws loose in his head based on his demeanor.

“How did you know I was lying?” You asked.

“Well, you are a terrible liar and I can also read your mind so that helps me.” Max smiled as he answered, and you sighed.

“Should’ve known you had powers.” You muttered, and Max smiled at your frustration.

“Comes with the job. Now, second question: does it turn you on that I’m a vampire?” Max continued with his eyes turning red, and you felt your cheeks burn.

While you were livid moments before, there was something in seeing Max with glowing red eyes that made being angry with him a lost cause. It was hot, and you didn’t have it in you to lie to him now.

“Yes, it does turn me on.” You admitted, and Max’s smile turned into a smirk.

“I figured because I can smell that sweet desire on you. Also, I let go of your wrist and you didn’t notice.”

You looked down and noticed that his grip was gone. But still, you felt a different grip that begged you to stay, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave as you had planned before.

“I guess the questions took up all my focus.”

“Or you want to stay so I fuck you against the wall.” Max suggested.

You were confused. “I didn’t say that just now.”

“You didn’t. But you thought about it while you were working earlier.” Max clarified.

You shook your head. “And just how many times have you used these powers on me without my knowledge?”

“Since I met you,” Max grabbed your hand. “I know every desire, every orgasm, every dirty thought you had about me, and I’ve enjoyed all of them.”

“W-well, why did you wait until now?” You stuttered as your feet had a mind of their own and walked with Max to the wall.

“I wanted to toy with you. Every flirtation, praise, and touch that I gave you, it was because of how proud I was of you, but also from noticing what they did to you. I enjoyed every time you clenched your thighs, the times you got off in your car and the moments you would remember the previous night when you got off to what I did. It all allowed me to build up our tension until it was impossible to ignore so I could bring you right here.” Max pushed you against the wall with your hand behind your back. It was exactly what you fantasized about earlier, and it showed his incredible attention to detail would be the death of you.

“Baby, please.” You begged, giving in to him as he pulled up your skirt again.

You heard him unzip his pants and let them fall to the ground. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“But you know it already.” You whined as Max’s cock reached your folds, pushing in between them to slide up and down your slit. From there, you could feel how big and hard he was, with his tip constantly brushing up on your clit, which made you rock your hips to match his speed.

Max slid his hand in between your hands to grab his cock, tapping it against your clit with every word he spoke. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me against the wall. I need it, baby.” You pleaded, and soon, his tip was lined up at your hole.

Max placed his lips near your ear lobe, kissing it. “That’s my good girl.”

Max entered you slowly, thankfully not letting his desire get the best of him. He was slow, methodical in gauging your pain, slowing up if you were uncomfortable. He kissed your ear, neck, and jaw as he entered, giving you a distraction as he bottomed out inside you. You tried to relax, allowing yourself time to adjust to his sheer size and breathing through it.

“You’re doing great, baby. I promise.” Max praised as he pulled out, leaving just the tip to relieve you. You felt empty when he pulled out, and he pushed back in to fill you up again. It was sensual, with him thrusting slowly in and out, holding you close as he wanted to appreciate every inch of you. The feather-like kisses that adored your shoulder, neck, ear, and jaw were like fire on your skin, setting you aglow as you never wanted to forget what his lips felt like on you.

Max grabbed a handful of your ass before smacking it, making you gasp. “Your body is perfect. I don’t know how I waited this long to have you.”

“I don’t know how I waited either,” You responded, and soon you pushed back with your hips to match his thrusts as your discomfort transformed into pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so needy for me. You want more of me, don’t you?” Max thrusted faster, finally giving in to what he had been fighting.

“Max, I want everything. Please, give me everything.”

Permission. That was all Max wanted from you when he called you into his office. Permission to ravish you just as you both had dreamed of and that was what set him off. In an instant, he thrusted faster, pushing you further into the wall to make you arch your back. His curve hooked more inside you, stretching you and getting closer to brushing up on your g-spot. Every vein rubbed against your velvety slick walls deliciously, making this sin of sleeping with a vampire worth every second of it. There was power behind every thrust, wanting to bottom out each time so your walls could hug every inch of him.

You were utterly drunk off of him, becoming a loud whimpering mess that everyone could hear if they were on your floor. You didn’t try to cover your mouth or close it. You wanted Max to listen to what this was doing to you, and once you used your spare hand to spread your ass cheek, it pleased him.

“Look at you, spreading yourself wide for me to take every part of you. You’re such a pretty girl for me,” Max commented, making you clench around him. “Fuck, mami. You do that again and I’m gonna cum inside you.”

I really want him to cum inside me. Fuck, I want him to breed me, actually.

“Oh, you really want that.” Max noted, and you nodded frantically.

“Fuck, I do!”

“Can’t help it, can you? Laid out on my desk and squirting, sucking me underneath the desk to tease me, getting fucked against the wall, and now you want me to breed you. The pretty secretary getting fucked by her boss and begging to get filled up. Should’ve known you’re not as innocent as you look.” Max laid it out and showed how much you broke your rules for him, but you didn’t care. All it did was bring you closer to cumming to where your legs began to shake.

“Baby, I-I’m gonna cum again!” You cried out, and Max began to let his fangs grow in.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my cock for me, please.”

You immediately shut your eyes, letting go as you coated him and your inner thighs again. You took every thrust he gave you to fuck you through it, and the praise that he gave you was muffled due to your mind going blank. It was too good to think, and once he stalled his thrusts and you felt warm, thick ropes paint your walls, you knew that he was a goner as well. Max transformed as he came, giving you every drop so that you would be forever marked as his, but there was one last thing he had to do to seal it.

You felt his lips against your neck, a light kiss that made you tilt your neck more to the side, giving him access. But then, you felt his fangs sink into your skin, the pain making you yelp as it stung, and you could feel him twitch inside you more from turning you. But it was hard to get mad at while he was pumping you full of his cum. Bred, turned, and marked by your boss. What more could you want based on your fantasies from earlier?

When he was close to finishing his mark on you, you felt drained initially, with your orgasm departing and your body momentarily falling limp. But that all changed in a split second when your eyes shot open, and you took a deep breath as your body changed from head to toe. Your energy rose, your strength increased, your entire being changed from that of a mortal and into an all-powerful entity. It was electrifying, and you only came down from that high when he pulled his teeth and cock out of you.

“You taste and feel wonderful.” Max complimented you as he turned you around.

“Thank you. Was that your plan all along?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“More or less,” He drifted off, looking at your amber-yellow eyes with satisfaction. “How do you feel?”

“Different. I feel strangely more alive even though I’m now considered the living dead.” You joked.

“You’ll be fine. It becomes normal after a while, and then you’ll wonder why you had to wait so long to change.”

You cocked your head to the side. “So you don’t miss mortal life?”

“What’s there to miss? I have a simple diet now, plenty of energy, and I have powers. There’s nothing special about being human when you get all of this from one bite.” He elaborated, and you loved seeing how passionate he was about his new lifestyle.

“Well when you put it that way, I can see why you wanted to turn everyone here.”

“Well turning people I’m not turned on by isn’t exactly fun,” Max joked, cupping your cheek. “But turning you was very exciting.” He finished, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“It was. Makes me wanna do it again.” You admitted bashfully.

“Who said I was stopping now? I’ve only just begun with you,” Max leaned into you, his lips ghosting yours.

“Then give me all of it, forever.” You whispered, and the kiss that followed left you weak at the knees and your heart soaring for eternity.

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